<?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-3976535031539950207</id><updated>2011-12-16T21:27:11.678+01:00</updated><category term='Hair'/><category term='FAQ'/><category term='Photobooth'/><category term='Download'/><category term='Image'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Question'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Shows'/><category term='Bla'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>♞ Pony  ♘</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6352412766155544734</id><published>2011-12-16T10:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:57:24.377+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Somebody that I used to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnWSc2_47So/TusUKI_LQ-I/AAAAAAAABBc/iNbxn77fTPE/s1600/young-kate-moss.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnWSc2_47So/TusUKI_LQ-I/AAAAAAAABBc/iNbxn77fTPE/s400/young-kate-moss.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686661118929093602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrTWgg6cQXU/TusUKPULg7I/AAAAAAAABBI/77CxSRlQMlc/s1600/barneybruises.tumblr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrTWgg6cQXU/TusUKPULg7I/AAAAAAAABBI/77CxSRlQMlc/s400/barneybruises.tumblr.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686661120627803058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXpw072GZxU/TusUJ0ZQPwI/AAAAAAAABBA/GK1qnU7H6DU/s1600/dbltke%253APhotograph%2Bby%2BSarah%2BMaingot.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXpw072GZxU/TusUJ0ZQPwI/AAAAAAAABBA/GK1qnU7H6DU/s400/dbltke%253APhotograph%2Bby%2BSarah%2BMaingot.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686661113401327362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIE2hF-0Ruc/TusUJa7fCSI/AAAAAAAABA4/d-44C_BLZ3M/s1600/tumblr_lg9cbrdPyZ1qb7h7mo1_500_large.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIE2hF-0Ruc/TusUJa7fCSI/AAAAAAAABA4/d-44C_BLZ3M/s400/tumblr_lg9cbrdPyZ1qb7h7mo1_500_large.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686661106565581090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDvgaZ0jiAY/TusUJAHGAHI/AAAAAAAABAo/3pTZMfGFl3g/s1600/9e1cca7c05f76d7e97c26b4dd98d0024271f83be.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDvgaZ0jiAY/TusUJAHGAHI/AAAAAAAABAo/3pTZMfGFl3g/s400/9e1cca7c05f76d7e97c26b4dd98d0024271f83be.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686661099366514802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what happened to blogger? It's so shitty editing/writing a blog now :/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt like posting some images! Just some random stuff I dragged onto my desktop from the internetz last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UVNT4wvIGY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm not so many reservations for the livingroom concerts, which sucks, 'cause it's really even more fun with more people. Only about 10 reservations for both cities now. It's hard to get enough people where you don't know that much people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, looking forward to it anyway! Aahh and luckily Tineke is coming along! She tore her anklet this week and 2 days ago it seemed she wouldn't come along, or otherwise only the 2nd day. But she insisted on coming. I'll have to support her here and there but I'd do that with luuuv :) I'm just so happy my sister (who lives in Rotterdam, and the concert we're doing at her boyfriends house) will see us perform as Tree Like Fun. And we're gonna do 2 new songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeellllll I think I'll listen to Gotye one more time and then take a shower. Or sumphin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6352412766155544734?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6352412766155544734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/12/somebody-that-i-used-to-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6352412766155544734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6352412766155544734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/12/somebody-that-i-used-to-know.html' title='Somebody that I used to know'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnWSc2_47So/TusUKI_LQ-I/AAAAAAAABBc/iNbxn77fTPE/s72-c/young-kate-moss.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5973135181115598220</id><published>2011-12-14T22:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:36:46.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The story of the sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoF1K2YcNco/TukS4u8mk-I/AAAAAAAABAc/ZGLZc51sLvs/s1600/Foto%2Bop%2B13-12-11%2Bom%2B14.52%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoF1K2YcNco/TukS4u8mk-I/AAAAAAAABAc/ZGLZc51sLvs/s400/Foto%2Bop%2B13-12-11%2Bom%2B14.52%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686096770416153570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora said: "Oh Rose, life is unfair, I'll live life for two and never forget you, I swear." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm telling you the story of the sisters, a true tale of a very sad event, 'cause I'm telling you the story of the sisters, a true tale with a very tragic end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the lyrics to that song once right?  Or didn't I because they weren't exactly finished yet? I can't find them anywhere on my blog :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can see above, I FINALLY got my tattoo! And I'm soooooo happy with it! It's perfect; just like I imagined it would be. It wasn't really painful putting it on, just more the annoying kind of pain. I got it in Amsterdam at http://www.hollywoodmark.com/ . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm watching Love Actually, with my favorite hottie actor Alan Rickman in it as a cheating bastard. But he's still hot. Awww and Hugh Grant is in it tooo.... and the guy that plays the main character in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (where Alan Rickman is the voice of the robot! &lt;3) And I'm sitting on the couch with Effie lying next to me, fully stretched out. Man she's such a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost holidays, caaaan't wait. But have lots and lots of school business to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oeeehh also, still tickets for the Livingroom Concerts in Rotterdam and Leiden!! Check www.huiskamerconcerten.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5973135181115598220?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5973135181115598220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-sisters.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5973135181115598220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5973135181115598220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-of-sisters.html' title='The story of the sisters'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoF1K2YcNco/TukS4u8mk-I/AAAAAAAABAc/ZGLZc51sLvs/s72-c/Foto%2Bop%2B13-12-11%2Bom%2B14.52%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3181147750567251195</id><published>2011-12-08T10:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:27:55.848+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Well how the f..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTTW_msxeI4/TuCBbBrHskI/AAAAAAAABAQ/mnRFbKLytFg/s1600/6238574564.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTTW_msxeI4/TuCBbBrHskI/AAAAAAAABAQ/mnRFbKLytFg/s400/6238574564.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683685031047311938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uck did it come to be Thursday already again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tineke and I wrote 2 new songs! The titles are, Sailor on dry land, and, The Night Gets Dark. 1st with piano, 2nd with guitar. We'd wanted to write 3 songs, but it went a lot more difficult than it did last time. So we only finished 2, but that's okay. We've got 8 of our own songs now!! And we've only been alive (how morbid does that sounds.. like we're the brides of Frankenstein) for.. 3 months now. Niiiiiice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm I'm finally listening to some music again, normally, in the past (;)), I used to turn itunes or whatever music programme I had back then, on as soon as I started my computer. But now I hardly listen to any music.. mostly I think, because when I'm doing schoolwork I'm mostly doing stuff involving music, and then I can't have other music or I'll get confused. I get confused easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, to point back to my last blog, not the thing where I said I was being a better blogger ('cause, clearly, I'm not) but the bit where I talked about my break up? Well, I failed to tell (well I just didn't tell) that Marco and I've been together for a little over a month now again. hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gCn9F9nvylc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3181147750567251195?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3181147750567251195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-how-f.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3181147750567251195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3181147750567251195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-how-f.html' title='Well how the f..'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTTW_msxeI4/TuCBbBrHskI/AAAAAAAABAQ/mnRFbKLytFg/s72-c/6238574564.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4601745960185926252</id><published>2011-11-28T18:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:21:49.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Yes damn right you are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLhPJ70sCPQ/TtPA1U21HuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s50BqzDvEcs/s1600/tumblr_lew5jzyHqn1qb8fl2o1_500_large.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLhPJ70sCPQ/TtPA1U21HuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s50BqzDvEcs/s400/tumblr_lew5jzyHqn1qb8fl2o1_500_large.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680095577408610018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me trying to be a better blogger! Can you feel it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So aaaahhh today I called Hollywood Mark, tattooist in Amsterdam (who apparently, is really good in his profession) and made an appointment for me and Miranda! Who'll be getting a letter B on the side of her wrist. And I'm doing a little heart on my ringfinger, for my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I told my mom -I called her so it wouldn't be a enormous shock when I'd tell her in 2 weeks - she reacted really nice actually! She liked the idea of a heart for my sister, she was actually just telling 'our story' to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sunday the 11th of december I will fiiiiiinally have my heart. (not like on the picture by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aahhrrrrr my head feels so nasty, like there's a tight head band around it, not hurting, but nastey. The blood test told me I didn't have a cat allergy.. but still. This sawcks. saaaaaaaaaawcks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oehh and I have to practice for my piano exam tomorrow! We have one every 3 weeks orsomething :s in a month we'll have the last one I guess.. it's hard though, kind of tough stuff to practice and get in your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pff I'm watching Audrina om mtv.. sadly enough I feel like the remote is too far away to grab it, so it's my own fault. Me and my first world problems! ;-) Wow, screaming and yelling and drama! How exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooo count down starting now for the tattoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3976535031539950207-4601745960185926252?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4601745960185926252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-damn-right-you-are.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4601745960185926252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4601745960185926252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-damn-right-you-are.html' title='Yes damn right you are!'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLhPJ70sCPQ/TtPA1U21HuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s50BqzDvEcs/s72-c/tumblr_lew5jzyHqn1qb8fl2o1_500_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4042438168006427238</id><published>2011-11-24T12:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:24:44.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SdRmjV-wGH8/Ts4mEr3P95I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Xds9VRUrjVU/s1600/Schermafbeelding%2B2011-11-22%2Bom%2B16.55.06.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SdRmjV-wGH8/Ts4mEr3P95I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Xds9VRUrjVU/s400/Schermafbeelding%2B2011-11-22%2Bom%2B16.55.06.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678518042096564114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fbwVUGby0c/Ts4mr1ChUAI/AAAAAAAAA_s/D-e7Jnq1yjk/s1600/Foto%2Bop%2B14-11-11%2Bom%2B10.15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fbwVUGby0c/Ts4mr1ChUAI/AAAAAAAAA_s/D-e7Jnq1yjk/s400/Foto%2Bop%2B14-11-11%2Bom%2B10.15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678518714574655490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New cat new hair! Efffiiieeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could also almost feel an OMGLONGHAIR-post coming. But I think I nipped it in the bud. My own hair is getting longer and longer though, yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wellll I'm off, writing Sinterklaas poems for some person in my family.. we're celebrating it the 29th of december this year. Last year we didn't celebrate at all :( because of all our busy schedules it's so hard to plan.. and when we finally had a date it was one of those suuper scary icy days, where you couldn't walk without falling. So let's hope it'll be better this year!&lt;br /&gt;It's always so nice to see all my sisters and my parents, and my sisters boyfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, today it's a year ago (last year it was thursday the 25th) Marco and I broke up. And the weird thing was, that I posted as a status update that morning "No milk today." just because the song was in my head.. and of course, the next line of that song is "my love has gone away." But I didn't expect ANYthing.. so when someone responded on my status with something like "heartbroken?" I said something like "nooo luckily not!" how little did I know we would break up only about 6 hours after that. During a lesson. Over the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew that was a dramatic day. And how ironic if you think about the song I was singing that night: My friends they say//but you're a prize//you don't deserve anyone less than nice//and then they say//well he's a fool//for letting go of you//and then I say//well if that's all//then let us now not longer stall//give me a bottle of wine//and in an hour I'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so much better than last year. So much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4042438168006427238?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4042438168006427238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/meow-new-cat-new-hair-efffiiieeeeee.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4042438168006427238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4042438168006427238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/meow-new-cat-new-hair-efffiiieeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SdRmjV-wGH8/Ts4mEr3P95I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Xds9VRUrjVU/s72-c/Schermafbeelding%2B2011-11-22%2Bom%2B16.55.06.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6111164070381022861</id><published>2011-11-21T12:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:18:56.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>Oh look at the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrmYdCgsqKI/TsoyMmnbDSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5WA5QvnTarI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-16%2Bat%2B5.48.00%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrmYdCgsqKI/TsoyMmnbDSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5WA5QvnTarI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-16%2Bat%2B5.48.00%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677405472359648546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh what a bad blogger I am!! So busy, I hardly have any time for doing nothing. Of course, I could spend all the time I spend on facebook on something more useful. Yes, Tineke (other half of Tree Like Fun) is right. I'm a facebook junkie. Well, that was a nice conclusion to end that topic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally I almost never practice my own songs.. and I should.. but when there's no reason (show or exam) to practice.. I don't practice. But now, I have a show this thursday, so I've been practicing the last weeks.. and it reminded me of how nice it actually is to rehearse and play my own songs.. so weird it came to be a thing I dislike to do.. playing my own songs, or really more the practicing.. I'm playing in the Vestzak (niet vetzak) theater in Enschede, this Thursday 20:00. I'm really looking forward, but since the last time I performed as 0neTrickPony is literally almost a year ago (I know this because the last show was the weekend after Marco and I broke up, and we broke up on 25 nov (which I can remember because we had a bandlab concert that evening) it's a year ago this weekend.) So aaahh scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooooh and we have a cat now in Enschede :D she's so sweet, her name is Effie (like Effy from Skins). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I have to go! I'll be coaching a 'band' during our band coaching education lesson. Pffffff don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Tineke and I recorded Tree Like Fun songs this weekend!! We recorded 8 hours of video stuff, so there should be a nice videoblog in a while again. And the recorded songs of course! Can't waaaaaaiiiiitttt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6111164070381022861?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6111164070381022861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-look-at-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6111164070381022861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6111164070381022861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-look-at-time.html' title='Oh look at the time'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrmYdCgsqKI/TsoyMmnbDSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5WA5QvnTarI/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-16%2Bat%2B5.48.00%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-646895683318011125</id><published>2011-11-03T09:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:48:44.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>All I want is for you to have a little faith in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cypkcpx_rA/TrJTkSOJG4I/AAAAAAAAA-0/Rs46n-eFS9U/s1600/Schermafbeelding%2B2011-10-30%2Bom%2B19.58.15.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cypkcpx_rA/TrJTkSOJG4I/AAAAAAAAA-0/Rs46n-eFS9U/s400/Schermafbeelding%2B2011-10-30%2Bom%2B19.58.15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670686763644427138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9gag why u no my boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No okay, I guess that would be a bit awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy, as always! Rehearsing with Tineke, school, thinking about a cat, cleaning, doing massive dishes every day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, yesterday we were rehearsing, and we were really really tired, which ended up in some miscommunications at first, but then, after a while we just started laughing and fucking up songs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it there.. again? That thunder in your stomache ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it there, again? That train in your eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it doesn't sound like much when you read it like this (train normally is rain) but haha, we couldn't sing properly anymore after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should get the video today! I am sooo excited :) and really I want to start editing the new videoblog! Maybe record some new stuff with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles (Haruki Murakami) is really nice, amazingly written as ever. He really mixes up poetry in his writing sometimes; the way he expresses feelings, or situations, or describes the scenery.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain needs coffee and my rumbling tummy needs food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-646895683318011125?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/646895683318011125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-want-is-for-you-to-have-little.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/646895683318011125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/646895683318011125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-want-is-for-you-to-have-little.html' title='All I want is for you to have a little faith in me'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cypkcpx_rA/TrJTkSOJG4I/AAAAAAAAA-0/Rs46n-eFS9U/s72-c/Schermafbeelding%2B2011-10-30%2Bom%2B19.58.15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-2615358876523950901</id><published>2011-10-24T20:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:54:45.550+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Beat of My Drum</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Oh shit, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've done it again,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;haven't I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I  made it hard for you love me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and easy to leave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'cause only fools&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;wear there hearts on their sleeves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;nowadays&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And oh my love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess I misread your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sang the wrong song to it's rhythm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and used all the wrong words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess our hearts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't see eye to eye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And my ticker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;keeps beating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the teardrops from my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And my beater&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;keeps ticking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to a song that wasn't ever mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I will change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the beat of my drum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sad song I wrote in the last few weeks. As a 'holiday bonus' for y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-2615358876523950901?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/2615358876523950901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/beat-of-my-drum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2615358876523950901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2615358876523950901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/beat-of-my-drum.html' title='The Beat of My Drum'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6775007710545237918</id><published>2011-10-24T19:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:04:34.964+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Age Kay Cee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTxXCs_uQv8/TqWnUC_z-xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/bo0_g2KMrWs/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTxXCs_uQv8/TqWnUC_z-xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/bo0_g2KMrWs/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667119668959378194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I eventually decided to cancel the living room concert in Leeuwarden, it was ASAAAMM. I had such a great weekend! Performing with someone is so nice for a change! And to finally play our songs to people.. luved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were lots of enthusiastic people coming up to me saying they liked the evening and the music. So, even though I'd enjoyed myself a lot already, hearing that made it even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice party afterwards too (in Enschede and in Groningen also).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was a GREAT weekend! And I can't wait for the next concerts! I think I'll plan them the weekend before the Christmas holidays. But I'm thinking about doing 2 instead of 3. Since I was really tired Sunday already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.139107706189354.20484.134221420011316&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;Pictures!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, goddaaaamn I'm ready for my holiday now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6775007710545237918?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6775007710545237918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/age-kay-cee.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6775007710545237918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6775007710545237918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/age-kay-cee.html' title='Age Kay Cee'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTxXCs_uQv8/TqWnUC_z-xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/bo0_g2KMrWs/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5032469209525373903</id><published>2011-10-18T09:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:48:38.065+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Catcher in the Rye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRSrhd26dP0/Tp0uAu8sJ6I/AAAAAAAAA98/MzY1uHGIYVA/s1600/tumblr_lsctpgqcmr1qzln3yo1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRSrhd26dP0/Tp0uAu8sJ6I/AAAAAAAAA98/MzY1uHGIYVA/s400/tumblr_lsctpgqcmr1qzln3yo1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664734496439412642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnyou Alexa Chung!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally finished Catcher in the Rye this morning. I must say, I don't know. I liked it, had to laugh quite a lot, but still.. I think I need to read it again sometime. I think I kind of miss things because of not knowing what a word or expression means. But I really am too lazy to look anything up in my mother-of-all-dictionary. I really am. (he does that in the book quite a lot, he also does a lot of goddamns) (so old Phoebe gave me back that goddamn hat).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm.. well, now then.. I think I better not read I never promised you a rosegarden again right now. Might drive me goddamn crazy! ;-) Maybe the Murakami book I bought but didn't read yet. Wind up Bird Chronicles, I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up hungry! But I wanted to finish the book, at that was 45 minutes ago. So I'm now even more hungry. YES! Coffeeeeee and toooaaassstttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5032469209525373903?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5032469209525373903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/catcher-in-rye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5032469209525373903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5032469209525373903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/catcher-in-rye.html' title='Catcher in the Rye'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRSrhd26dP0/Tp0uAu8sJ6I/AAAAAAAAA98/MzY1uHGIYVA/s72-c/tumblr_lsctpgqcmr1qzln3yo1_500.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1545268851266977395</id><published>2011-10-13T09:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:07:14.715+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>That awkward moment</title><content type='html'>when you want to put the usual picture in your blog, and you realize you can't because someone stole your damn laptop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is project week at our school, no regular lessons, just workshops, bks (you have 20 minutes to teach a band 2 songs, at the end of the day a commission picks 1 of the 2 and you have to perform that one on stage) (I chose Florence &amp;amp; the machine - Kiss with a Fist, and Regina Spektor - Folding Chair) (they eventually picked folding chair and except for 1 mess up it went well I guess! I actually had people coming up to me saying they liked it! That's so, ooo warm fuzzy feeling on the inside ;-)) (no but really), and you had to pick a project. Options were Studio -record a song in the studio, promotion -learn about wordpress/social media/etc, and songwriting -write a song in a group of about 4 people, then perform it on thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose songwriting, and though, while at first it was a bit .. funny because I didn't know any of the guys I was in the project with, I knew the other girl though, she's my homie Lisa and it's really nice to work with her like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, we have a song! And I really like it! We wrote it all together, everybody had something to say and I think it went really fair and all. The theme was (kill me now) Big Dreams! wohhhh BIG DREAMS! How poetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we made a song about a man, Andrew, he's a rich rich business man, but actually all he ever dreamt of was to be an average man. Ah well, sounds better when we sing it I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anybody in Enschede today, come and watch us in Jansen en Jansen at 20:00, all the groups (about 5 or 6?) will perform their songs! I'm so excited about all the other stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mmkey, so, tuesday was writing day, we had a room reserved for the whole day (10 till 5) and at about 12 o'clock we went to eat something downstairs in the cafeteria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while I realized nobody locked the room, but at school it's such a nice, homey environment, everybody's seen everybody, and most of the people even know each other, so I thought, well, we'll be back in 10 minutes or so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when we went back, we started working, when after about 15 minutes I wanted to look something up on my trustworthy ol' white macbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find it anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my first thought was, somebody saw it and thought, well the room isn't locked, I know it's Anne-Fleurs I'll keep it safe for her, look her up in school and give it. Or maybe, somebody pulled a (helluva) joke, or borrowed it for a sec. Then my fellow songwriters and I started asking (because the whole 2nd floor was busy writing songs and all the rooms are next to eachother), have you seen a laptop, in a pink case? Somebody said he noticed a pink case in the mans bathroom (one on the right of the building where we normally don't go to a lot) so immediately we went there, but it was gone.. I went to the other bathroom on the same floor, where the cleaninglady's cart was out side.. with a pink laptop case. Se said she'd found it in the bathroom where we'd just looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess that's when I started crying because, well, if you find your case thrown down in the mens toilet... it's pretty certain it's stolen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after that I went talking to lots of people, janitors, the lady by the reception, the people at the other reception.. they were all so sweet, helping me in every way they could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent 2 hours sitting at the entrance reception watching footage of the camera pointed at the entrance (but no body with a white laptop carried under his arm ;-)), I changed all my passwords and eventually I got a laptop from school (a very oldskool black macbook to borrow until I have a new one. Sweeeeeties they are!! Daaamn) and reported to the police online..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The upstairs reception even sent out a mail with the subject "stole a laptop? Return it anonymously!" but I guess that didn't work since I haven't got it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I made some back ups, but that was a while ago.. so all my new stuff is gone, and really a lot of my music, photo's (luckily I can get a lot of them back by stealing them of my own blog again ;)) but I'd also lost the living room reservations.. luckily I knew most of it, and the things I'd forgot where on facebook or in my gmail. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfff I just really can't believe someone would do something like this.. especially to a fellow student!!! I mean, lots of people have macbooks at school, and literally EVERYBODY know how fucking expensive they are and how poor of a student we all are, especially being musicians and all ( 8-) nerdy puppet). So damn.. fucking wanking motherfucking idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird right! Not to have an image on top of the blog!! ... well I could go find one on the internet of course, but it also feels good, as a sort of.. silent protest. Take THAT you motherfucker!!! That's what you GET of stealing my goddamn laptop! yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha mmkey. Well, at least I had to laugh about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo now it's almost time to take money of my savingsaccount and buy me a new one. I've been wanting to buy a macbook pro for a while now.. but I never wanted to get one this fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, ah well. I'd rather lose my laptop than one of my family members. Perspective Anne-Fleur. Perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1545268851266977395?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1545268851266977395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-awkward-moment.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1545268851266977395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1545268851266977395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-awkward-moment.html' title='That awkward moment'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1437457900453381947</id><published>2011-10-10T10:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:41:24.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>It's not a bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izU1I4X4pDA/TpKtHwpkiSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/3crmmpP_2Jo/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-23%2Bat%2B15.05.44.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izU1I4X4pDA/TpKtHwpkiSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/3crmmpP_2Jo/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-23%2Bat%2B15.05.44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661778030388087074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's not a bonus, but hey, it's a weird photo of myself as an "omg I haven't posted ANYthing in 2 weeks I'm ashamed of myself, here have this photo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's with my sister Jennifer, on holiday in England. God I had nice times there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so busy! Hence the lack of.. anything. Tineke and I held a songwriting marathon day, which resulted in having 5 songs finished at the end of the day! (We had 1 finished already, and with another song we already had a verse and the chorus, but still, I was pretty proud of us)&lt;br /&gt;The 2 people reading probably saw this already, but hey, I am a shameless bastard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zVL1cfWCl5s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice working with someone with stuff like this for a change. And much more fun! It's also hard at times of course.. she has a strong opinion, and when I've got something in my mind it's hard to make me change that. But in the end it works, since we have the 5 friggin songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also FINALLY made a livingroom concerts site yesterday! It's in Dutch, since I'm only doing it in Holland. And &lt;a href="http://www.huiskamerconcerten.wordpress.com"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it was better if all information could be found at 1 point, instead of at 3 facebook events..  So exciting! Performing with Tree Like Fun for the first time :) scary even, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go 0neTrickPony on the sunday, in Leeuwarden, but man.. making a setlist is so hard at once! I want to play Lady by the river, The Sharks, (a changed, for me for the better for listeners probably not) Oh Wikipedia, Heart breaking Boys, Fish &amp;amp; Birds, My Penis.. maybe even I was your bird. But I only got 5 to 6 songs. Normally I had to drag the shitty songs along to make a full set. Okay, but yeah, then I had to play 45 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well why not skip to some more interesting stuff you think? YES! why not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*at this point I'm looking from left to right to find something interesting in my room*&lt;br /&gt;*left ..... right .......... left...... right*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I can not find anything*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg I SO want to buy new shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1437457900453381947?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1437457900453381947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-bunny.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1437457900453381947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1437457900453381947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-bunny.html' title='It&apos;s not a bunny'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izU1I4X4pDA/TpKtHwpkiSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/3crmmpP_2Jo/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-23%2Bat%2B15.05.44.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3804500264790580685</id><published>2011-09-24T10:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:11:24.829+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Move move get out the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udakFs6ni1s/Tn2Oi_mNI9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/9HKfrmSOJLY/s1600/brook4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udakFs6ni1s/Tn2Oi_mNI9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/9HKfrmSOJLY/s400/brook4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655833438885585874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayy first night in new room. A short night though. Some people were already going to Molly's (which is really our pub, if we go out, we sit there) and I wanted to join. A beer after a day of moving.. nice! (this feels so weird to say since I never liked beer, I always gagged if I took a sip, but now since a while ago I like it! But well, still feels weird)&amp;lt; /boring&amp;gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I thought, well I'll probably be tired so maybe 2 beers, and get some sleep for the big cleaning and ikea day. And so of course it was about 5:30 before I went to bed ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to get going in about a half an hour, walking to my old room, my dad is coming to help me clean! Ahhhh the gratefulness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, when my uncle and his girlfriend (ooooo I am soooo glad they wanted to help me move! Really! Ohh dang) left, and I had dropped everything in my new room. I went to sit in the living room, to talk with my girlroomie (I have 2, a girl -singer-and a guy -guitar-) and it was just so nice.. just wahh someone living in the same house! Where you can TALK to and ASK things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEEEES I LIIIIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. Also can't wait to put all my stuff into place and finally get a nice, pretty room (almost (probably)) exactly the way I want it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pps. still no branch though :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3804500264790580685?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3804500264790580685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/move-move-get-out-way.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3804500264790580685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3804500264790580685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/move-move-get-out-way.html' title='Move move get out the way'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udakFs6ni1s/Tn2Oi_mNI9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/9HKfrmSOJLY/s72-c/brook4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6166738632296983214</id><published>2011-09-22T10:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:25:21.095+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Material girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDOJnh0HSCc/Tnrun_cu8uI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eVOiWqSJR7k/s1600/tumblr_lnfqag5H9R1qbenbzo1_400_large.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDOJnh0HSCc/Tnrun_cu8uI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eVOiWqSJR7k/s400/tumblr_lnfqag5H9R1qbenbzo1_400_large.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655094652931338978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I've started packing.. on monday I guess, only a little. Most of my books, some clothes. Then Tuesday and Wednesday some more, this morning also. And it still looks like I didn't pack anything!&lt;br /&gt;Which is probably a good measure to how much useless junk and clothes I have in my room. I have so much little things that mean a lot to me.. pictures, picture frames, little pots and plants, clocks, little boxes with jewelry or ink for my pens, little souvenirs or sweet gifts I once got from people for birthdays or just because. And okay, I have really lots of clothes. I never really realized that, because I'm still one of those girls thinking once or twice (or thrice) every week "omg aahhh I've got NOTHING to wear". (Well, to help you imagine how much clothes I appeared to have: 2 suitcases, 1 bag of about 50 by 50 cm, and I still have things lying in my clothes and hanging on my rack) (huhuhhu rack). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sometimes wonder about if this would make me a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CQHIP-38jA"&gt;material girl&lt;/a&gt; (teehee) since it's not about owning stuff, but mostly about the meaning, and about needing it in daily life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just look up the meaning in the dictionary, see if it matches. But if I see the Madonna video I know I'm not like that. Omg thanks Madonna, you always help me through my trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6166738632296983214?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6166738632296983214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/point-black.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6166738632296983214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6166738632296983214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/point-black.html' title='Material girl'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDOJnh0HSCc/Tnrun_cu8uI/AAAAAAAAA9M/eVOiWqSJR7k/s72-c/tumblr_lnfqag5H9R1qbenbzo1_400_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-2037174211099285217</id><published>2011-09-18T12:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:27:09.316+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>303th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCP3RqXta_8/TnXDl1guCKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gHVoseM7rX8/s1600/tumblr_lo95quTPPi1qk3nnuo1_500_large.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCP3RqXta_8/TnXDl1guCKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gHVoseM7rX8/s400/tumblr_lo95quTPPi1qk3nnuo1_500_large.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653639962020415650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ALWAYS MISS MY HUNDREDTH POSTS AAARRG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I would know anything exciting to do or say. Except for maybe some nostalgic recap, but, welllll.. boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, but news is! News. iiiisss... oh yes. I am going to organize living room concerts myself. I am already organizing, but it's a bit tricky and all.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to do the first 3 in october! A weekend with 3 concerts, which will mean traveling a lot and dragging shit along, but I'll be doing it with fellow friends and singer/songwriters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More information will follow as soon as I know more. When I've set the dates par example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, for the 2 readers of my blog. Hoooi Rosan! Hoooi Sjors! And hi to maybe someone coming here accidentally!&lt;br /&gt;Would you pay 5 euros for a delightful evening with your friends and some strangers, 3 shows of 3 awesome upcoming singer/songwriters, and some free drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think people would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each songwriter gets 1 euro, the other 2 is for us to buy the drinks with. Reasonable right? But okay, what do you think? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfff I have to record a song for a lesson tomorrow.. and I wanted to do it with my new keyboard but the midi input it has is a different one that I normally have so now I'm unable to to that and I'm 3,5 hours away from Enschede (I'm in Friesland) and  aargrghh.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to record it tonight when I'm home again at 22:00, or tomorrow morning.. Pfff okay it's do-able I guess. But aaarrgghhhhhggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well okay have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-2037174211099285217?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/2037174211099285217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/303th-post.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2037174211099285217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2037174211099285217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/303th-post.html' title='303th post'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCP3RqXta_8/TnXDl1guCKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/gHVoseM7rX8/s72-c/tumblr_lo95quTPPi1qk3nnuo1_500_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6419875433912769428</id><published>2011-09-16T12:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:19:28.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>I'm a rocket man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8ThcqEmRyk/TnMh_ltV2JI/AAAAAAAAA88/OlWMSiC5TSk/s1600/19240_540.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8ThcqEmRyk/TnMh_ltV2JI/AAAAAAAAA88/OlWMSiC5TSk/s400/19240_540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652899333617866898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay I probably posted this picture before. But it just makes me laugh every time I read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pPDhGbsVhJc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh and the, in my opinion, best cover of Rocket Man (original is, I believe, by Elton John). I also liked Jason Mraz's version. But well, this one I think is more beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first box is packed! All my books, except for my cooking books, are packed in 1 vacuum cleaner box.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm making myself listen more music, since I hardly ever listen to music anymore. So.. hence the songs I guess. Maybe I should do one everyday.. no wait every blog then. But well.............. yes! Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice day :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6419875433912769428?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6419875433912769428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-rocket-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6419875433912769428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6419875433912769428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-rocket-man.html' title='I&apos;m a rocket man'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8ThcqEmRyk/TnMh_ltV2JI/AAAAAAAAA88/OlWMSiC5TSk/s72-c/19240_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-9115662479127242050</id><published>2011-09-16T00:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:06:28.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Stay with me baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i8I6NBm6dQ4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooohhh just watch the 1st half of The Boat That Rocked again, with 2 of my classmates. We were to tired to watch the second half..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we stopped just after hearing this song again.. wow.. It's really so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that I say good night!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow rehearsal with Tineke, for our songwriting duo! Wooooh!&lt;br /&gt;And then vocaltechniques and offffffffffff to my weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-9115662479127242050?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/9115662479127242050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/stay-with-me-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/9115662479127242050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/9115662479127242050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/stay-with-me-baby.html' title='Stay with me baby'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i8I6NBm6dQ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3863902192004152707</id><published>2011-09-14T17:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:30:57.593+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Some said the local lake had been enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZTJtN4MMbQ/TnDGqclfwII/AAAAAAAAA80/Bb4_jaux7l4/s1600/23074_540.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZTJtN4MMbQ/TnDGqclfwII/AAAAAAAAA80/Bb4_jaux7l4/s400/23074_540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652235964880240770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;others said it must've been the weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wohh I am just SO busy.. like, now, I have to go back to school in 15 minutes again. And I had my first lesson at 8:30.. til 16:00 and now from 6 to 9 some lecture.. so at least that once's not every week :) but pfoe it's looong, and I'm already so exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.. a very busy school schedule.. and then when I get home I just get cross-eyed from being tired. Can't wait til weekend ;) but it's nice too! And once I've got my energy up again, it'll be even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be moving next weekend! I think I'll start packing next week.. so then I've got 6 days, before the move on sunday. Exciting! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And I called the doctor for the results. I could do a drumroll here, make it all exciting, but well there was nothing abnormal, so that's already exciting news without a drumroll, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm I bought cherries and plums on the market yesterday.. though, the cherries are kind of.. moldy, it's nice. Mmmmmmm and CORN! So I'll be doing some corn grilling next week :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weellllllllllll that's all folk! *chews on carrot*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. title is Regina Spektor - Genius next door looovely song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3863902192004152707?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3863902192004152707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-said-local-lake-had-been-enchanted.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3863902192004152707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3863902192004152707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-said-local-lake-had-been-enchanted.html' title='Some said the local lake had been enchanted'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZTJtN4MMbQ/TnDGqclfwII/AAAAAAAAA80/Bb4_jaux7l4/s72-c/23074_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3013311269668144794</id><published>2011-09-09T20:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:21:40.289+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The night was heavy and the air was alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLkPrFJIvPk/TmpiPj9Qp5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/GJ0V8BaV42I/s1600/Pic-5.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLkPrFJIvPk/TmpiPj9Qp5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/GJ0V8BaV42I/s400/Pic-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650436701979453330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh I feel terrible. But in a good way (finally :))! In the 'I had 2 parties this week' way. First party was organized by people from school, from my year and older years. It was to welcome all the 1st years students. It was at one of the organizers homes and the house next to it (they had a shared garden so that was easy)(the garden was also a party area), I always like parties at peoples homes the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm terrible at meeting new people because I don't know what to say and how to start talking most of the times.. but well I had pictures to take and the wine also helped. (hey mom, dad, I'm studying hard, yes!) I really think there are some nice people in the 1st year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course it was also really nice juz chillin wiv ma homiez again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went to Atak (popmusic stage) with Tineke and a few of her friends. We have a festival in Enschede now, called Gogbot, kind of weird, but also really cool. And because of that festival there was some awesome music in Atak, mostly electronic stuff. We went there because Palmbomen would come. I'll find you some video..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ijpmNt_Vff0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh fuck it was so nice (pardon my french of course) just mindless dancing and terribly good music. Really enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thooougghhh... Palmbomen didn't start til 02:45 until that time we had 45 minutes of listening to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cXAevrYhicI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a little hypnotizing. It was more noise. And he had some kind of weird.. black toilet roll on his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between there was a house dj (not the music style, but he normally turned the tables there)(ummmmmmkey) was nice. But the people there didn't really dance until Palmbomen.. buuuring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. that's all. Tomorrow I'm going to visit my grannie (her birthday is sunday, yes 9/11) and my sisters are also coming! But that's kind of a surprise to her :) I don't think she reads my blog so we're safe. But DON'T TELL HER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3013311269668144794?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3013311269668144794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/night-was-heavy-and-air-was-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3013311269668144794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3013311269668144794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/night-was-heavy-and-air-was-alive.html' title='The night was heavy and the air was alive'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLkPrFJIvPk/TmpiPj9Qp5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/GJ0V8BaV42I/s72-c/Pic-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7039057315359446727</id><published>2011-09-07T20:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:20:31.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Sadness is a blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNHiGgmBxqI/TmezJlM_AzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/IY1KQXxh5W0/s1600/roy1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNHiGgmBxqI/TmezJlM_AzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/IY1KQXxh5W0/s400/roy1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681234746344242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, no I don't think sadness is a blessing. That thought usually starts when it's over. It's not over yet. Though I feel better than I thought this afternoon I would feel right now. In an hour I'll be on my bike, right through this shitty weather (I actually like this weather, but NOT when I have to cycle), to Miranda and then we'll hopefully find our way to the south of Enschede for a Party for welcoming the 1st years! Super cool. Byob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UVNT4wvIGY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, our solfege teacher played this during the class. I thought it was cool! Think it's one of the songs I'll like better with every listen. And the coolest thing about the song, at the moment it (appears to be) is nr 1 in the charts in Holland! Cool right? I mean, it's so weird and unlike most of the songs most of Dutch people listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was such an awesome day! Classes-wise anyway. We started at HALF PAST 8 with Musiconomy, well explains it's self I guess. Then we headed to choir! It's obligatory for vocal students, but everybody else can join. Last year I wanted to do it but I had another class, and blabla things like that. But now I was free, and at school already anyway. So this morning I went for the first time :) Ahhh it was totally AWESOME. We did Something inside so Strong, which is such an amazing song to sing with a group of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had something like singing education, which was a very inspirational class, and I really think I'm going to learn so much from it. After that some other educational something, which I think will be nice also. Bandlab followed up, and with the new band and all it was kind of messy, but that's always like that. I'm the bandleader for this term.. which means I have to inform everybody about times and shit and I have to schedule everything. Argghghghghgh. But I well last bands the leaders kept forgetting stuff or shit. And I just couldn't STAND that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So well, time to put my nagging into action. Not that I didn't do that last year, but now it's my 'job'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmmm well that's it I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao bellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7039057315359446727?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7039057315359446727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/sadness-is-blessing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7039057315359446727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7039057315359446727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/sadness-is-blessing.html' title='Sadness is a blessing'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNHiGgmBxqI/TmezJlM_AzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/IY1KQXxh5W0/s72-c/roy1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4558500537608258740</id><published>2011-09-05T09:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:20:21.856+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unnufePisr0/TmR3zE90-4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/iDyhh5dBFJ4/s1600/392329.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unnufePisr0/TmR3zE90-4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/iDyhh5dBFJ4/s400/392329.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648771552019544962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder where all this sadness comes from. I felt so sad last night, so sad. Maybe it's because I had such an amazing weekend, and then ended up all alone in my room again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish there was a switch to turn it off. I hope moving will be the switch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to move. I hope the rent people call me this week. Today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4558500537608258740?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4558500537608258740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4558500537608258740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4558500537608258740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unnufePisr0/TmR3zE90-4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/iDyhh5dBFJ4/s72-c/392329.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-443883226978976839</id><published>2011-08-31T11:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:09:50.111+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Go back turn 'round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PatU4CQVJpA/Tl348D-nRpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/IKExZYXmV8Q/s1600/fd0a809acd4706c652a1898eb8ca841fedbcc795.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PatU4CQVJpA/Tl348D-nRpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/IKExZYXmV8Q/s400/fd0a809acd4706c652a1898eb8ca841fedbcc795.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646943218536236690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm siting here with all my bags packed, ready to go back to Enschede. Tomorrow there's an official opening of the school, fetching our schedules for this year. Can't say I'm looking forward to being there, but I am looking forward to the classes, and it's better anyway, having the prospect of moving to a room with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to get the stitches out yesterday, and forgot to take a picture with the stitches, right now it doesn't look anything like letal at ALL anymore. The results will be there next week. So mental note to self: CALL don't forget to CALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwwwww I'm going to miss Jodokus (our cat in my dads house) soooo much. She's such a sweety and she's been lying next to me on the couch whenever I was there the whole holiday.. Aw she is such a sweety :( I wish I could take her with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, next time I'll write here I won't be in Friesland anymore. Enschede here I come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another year of writing music and learning things. *raises mug with coffee* Woop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. the image is a LAMP I looove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-443883226978976839?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/443883226978976839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-back-turn-round.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/443883226978976839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/443883226978976839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-back-turn-round.html' title='Go back turn &apos;round'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PatU4CQVJpA/Tl348D-nRpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/IKExZYXmV8Q/s72-c/fd0a809acd4706c652a1898eb8ca841fedbcc795.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8348552574799031887</id><published>2011-08-27T12:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:24:02.099+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRqSeQEcWjs/TljFRvnlgWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/s6lrGEjJHWQ/s1600/quotes_quotes_quotes_02.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRqSeQEcWjs/TljFRvnlgWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/s6lrGEjJHWQ/s400/quotes_quotes_quotes_02.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645479041539866978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, actually, the thought of the day is "why didn't I think of that?!" No juz kiddin hahahehehehehehhuhuhuh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wise men say, if people are trying to bring you down it only means that you are above them. And that only fools rush in, of course. Those wise men say a LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to my sister with my folks and one of my other sisters. I SHOWERED! FOR REAL! YEAH! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M STIL USING CAPSLOCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8348552574799031887?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8348552574799031887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8348552574799031887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8348552574799031887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRqSeQEcWjs/TljFRvnlgWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/s6lrGEjJHWQ/s72-c/quotes_quotes_quotes_02.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3890284225189348898</id><published>2011-08-26T12:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:37:19.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4_VY1p4NTo/Tldzz2ryAlI/AAAAAAAAA78/35mLtC7QgGY/s1600/tumblr_lo27l2AnLq1qlws4jo1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4_VY1p4NTo/Tldzz2ryAlI/AAAAAAAAA78/35mLtC7QgGY/s400/tumblr_lo27l2AnLq1qlws4jo1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645107992621875794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES yes yes this one AGAIN! Because I have to giggle every time I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening of the day before yesterday I got a message from a friend from school. He lives in a building real close by the building, with 2 other people (a guy from Sweden who don't know, and a girl also from our school, who I do know and get really along with). One of them would probably move out in the end of September, it wasn't sure yet, and I would hear about it somewhere in August.. I REALLY wanted to move, so you get my anguish and my lack of patient when it was already the 23th.. the 24th... and then I got a message on Facebook. Yes, there would be a room free at the end of September, 16m2 about 280 euros, a washing machine, shared bathroom, toilet, kitchen and livingroom. If I was still interested..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF I'M STILL INTERESTED?! YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I was like, wahhh just sign me in! Since I have to notice my landlord a month in front, and I'm still in Friesland and won't be in Enschede til Wednesday. And then my dad said we could drive there, and so yesterday we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is a LOT bigger than I had expected thinking of 16m2, and it has windows and it's painted white with fake wood linoleum floor.. And as I told, only 2 minutes away from school and from the trainstation. Aahhhh I am so happy about this :D because I really couldn't take the loneliness in the room I have now.. I'm in a house all alone, there are people in the building during the day sometimes, but not people I can talk to (since it's a doctor practice) and brr it made me so miserable being there alone.. I couldn't stand the thought of being there another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANNNDDDD OGMGMMGMGMGMGMGMGG IT'S OKAY TO HAVE ANIMALS IN THE NEW ROOM AAHHHHHh RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay but ehmmmm first one month in the old room, packing small stuff I don't really need on a daily basis.. but I have to end my internet thingy.. which is always such a terrible thing, takes up a lot of expensive phone call-time.. and hopefully they'll stop writing off money from my bank account and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have to give them a month notice too.. so.. probably I'll have to pay an extra month there. Ah well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, of course, prepare yourself for another omgrats post somewhere in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I'll get them right away, or at all, because it's not so handy when I want to go away for the weekend or something.. but I well.. I'll just have to make a pre/con list :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I think I'm done vomiting words for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3890284225189348898?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3890284225189348898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/home-is-where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3890284225189348898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3890284225189348898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4_VY1p4NTo/Tldzz2ryAlI/AAAAAAAAA78/35mLtC7QgGY/s72-c/tumblr_lo27l2AnLq1qlws4jo1_500.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8194042227532971990</id><published>2011-08-25T08:47:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:03:43.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Another stone in the mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoyUpjgP6H4/TlXwTtJKWPI/AAAAAAAAA70/_QJS5rMUZK0/s1600/3202113.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoyUpjgP6H4/TlXwTtJKWPI/AAAAAAAAA70/_QJS5rMUZK0/s400/3202113.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644681929304987890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know places I can go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw Steve Jobs quit his job (well. yeah, sorry for that) I don't really care as to what happens with Apple for I'm not that of a fanboy, but it set me thinking about how this might feel for Stevie. I  mean, he founded (co-founded, whatever) a company.. made it HUGE and now he has to quit (because of his health). While it's kind of his baby. I don't know if men think of things like it's their baby? I guess not. But well, you get what I'm trying to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel grosss, and I can't take a normal shower, because of the super massive black hole where the spot of bother once used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Yeah okay, and just don't take a shower for the next 3 days."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "O.   ....... mmkey." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First world problems. I like pretending to be a total wuss. Of course I am somewhat of a wuss, or at least I always make myself believe it is so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished Cat's Eye. I really loved it. It made me think about lots of things, made me a bit melancholy. I realized my thinking changes a little with every book I read, especially on the moment when I am reading a book; I start thinking, writing, seeing things the way the writer or the main character does. In this occasion that was really a nice experience, but I remember when I read I Never Promised You A Rose Garden my brain was happy when I finished it because since it's about a schizophrenic girl.. well.. you get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody with me on this? Or does this mean I am finally ready for the looney bin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think deep down craziness if one of my biggest fears. Not being sane. Doubting if I might be really crazy though not really realizing it yet. Even though I have absolutely no reason to think this. Maybe that's it: We suffer the most from the suffering that we fear, to quote my grandfather once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the half half shower. Work. And then to Enschede to look at another room! I hooooooope this will be nice, exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. oh, the news just said Jobs now has another job. A slightly less .. important one or something I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8194042227532971990?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8194042227532971990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-stone-in-mosaic.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8194042227532971990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8194042227532971990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-stone-in-mosaic.html' title='Another stone in the mosaic'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoyUpjgP6H4/TlXwTtJKWPI/AAAAAAAAA70/_QJS5rMUZK0/s72-c/3202113.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1074790276265194026</id><published>2011-08-23T16:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:22:01.524+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>BARELY made it out alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PgzRgLRuKt0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fainted afterwards though. Haha. No idea how that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, nothing impressive, I was out in less than 30 minutes. And it took me 4 years to get there. I should totally learn a lesson out of this. But it's more probable I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been singing this song for a few weeks now. Though, I only sang the 2nd "I'm alive" he sings. It's such a goohoohood line to sing, sosoooulful baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And though I was sure my life would flash before me eyes, the only uncontrollable thing happening was my arm falling asleep because I was leaning on it with my poofy head. Which made getting up of the table slightly awkward and clumsy. But since I've always been awkward and clumsy, nothing much new there neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many blogs did I spent on writing about my spot of bother? Is this the turd? (huhuuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuuh) the third I mean? .. Well even though I will probably complain in the following blogs about how nasty the pain is and all the blood and all the 22 (3) stitches. I promise I will not dedicate a whole blog to the complex relationship between me and my moles again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luts uf luf,&lt;br /&gt;Fluh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit: an update. since I can't start writing a new blog only the exclaim: AAAGGOOONYYY THE AGGGOOOONYYYY. which would be a joke, but it would still be me breaking my promise. Poo poo pi doo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1074790276265194026?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1074790276265194026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/barely-made-it-out-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1074790276265194026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1074790276265194026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/barely-made-it-out-alive.html' title='BARELY made it out alive'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PgzRgLRuKt0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3962729355277186555</id><published>2011-08-23T13:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:55:18.627+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>I'm holding on tight, the waves are so high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZOcjcLHKgQ/TlOUDbRsomI/AAAAAAAAA7M/UMiASAtSaPE/s1600/hgtv_paperfeathers.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZOcjcLHKgQ/TlOUDbRsomI/AAAAAAAAA7M/UMiASAtSaPE/s400/hgtv_paperfeathers.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644017544607867490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper feathers (diydea?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably post twice today, since after my major operation I will be feeling so lucky to come out alive, I will change my life and write down my whole life-story since it is most likely to flash in front of my eyes about half past 4 this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;What does a moron say when he sees 3 holes next to each other in the ground?&lt;br /&gt;well, well, well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;HAAAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Well, it was out of Cat's Eye, so all hate mails towards Margaret Atwood. What? Of course she made this one up herself! geeezzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I just made up another verse to my song inspired by feeling like the sea. Feels so good *takes on bodybuilders pose*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;ps. Why did the moron throw the clock out of the window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3962729355277186555?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3962729355277186555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-holding-on-tight-waves-are-so-high.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3962729355277186555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3962729355277186555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-holding-on-tight-waves-are-so-high.html' title='I&apos;m holding on tight, the waves are so high'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZOcjcLHKgQ/TlOUDbRsomI/AAAAAAAAA7M/UMiASAtSaPE/s72-c/hgtv_paperfeathers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4991220571129702117</id><published>2011-08-22T20:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:35:50.367+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>A spot of bother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmqkJuCCKqI/TlKchxhouQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/kyyoiKyePm4/s1600/tumblr_lo26r64mR91qlws4jo1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmqkJuCCKqI/TlKchxhouQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/kyyoiKyePm4/s400/tumblr_lo26r64mR91qlws4jo1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643745387092687106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rILeeM2HbpY/TlKchjsILaI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ta_W6vk3_Nc/s1600/tumblr_lo27l2AnLq1qlws4jo1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rILeeM2HbpY/TlKchjsILaI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ta_W6vk3_Nc/s400/tumblr_lo27l2AnLq1qlws4jo1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643745383378595234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahahahahah ahhwwww ieehhh oeehhwww ahwwwwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once read the book A spot of bother, by Mark Haddon (who wrote the terribly funny as well as sad and in general nice book 'The Curious Incident Of The Dog in the Night-time' which is written from the perspective of a boy with autism trying to solve the murder of the neighbors dog), which I thought I would like and it was kind of a disappointment because I liked the other one so much I had 1) too high expectations and 2) it was just a suckier book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about a man afraid of that his mole was a melanoma and a bad one (if they aren't bad anyway if they're called melanoma). I don't really know the rest of the book anymore which understates, I believe, the fact it was a sucky book (or maybe, a slippery one, since if it sucke.. Anne-Fleur way too lame joke stop it now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, the point? I'll be going to the doctor tomorrow to remove one of those spots of bother (which I thought was the most brilliant part of the book, the way to describe a birthmark like that). Which isn't reeeaaallly a spot of bother, but 2 different drs once said I should maybe let it be cut out. So, FINALLY (since the 1st dr recommended me this about 4 years ago) I called last week to make an appointment for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess what I went and did this weekend? I got me a sunburn!! On my back/shoulder which is where the birthmark is.&lt;br /&gt;I can already imagine all the comments that'll be made OOOMGMGMGMGMGMG a baby KITTY ON THE TELEVISIOOOHOOONNN ahhhwwww but well OGM NOOO IT WAS A DOG BUT STILL CUUUUTTTEEEE normally I really do take care, I use sun lotion, cover my skin up, hardly ever go outside in the daylight 'cause I'm a vampire anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a tad scared and excited (in a bad way) about tomorrow. Maybe just because I don't know what is going to happen and I hate it when I don't know how things are going to be and what is going to happen, and maybe also a bit because this spot of bother might actually be something bothering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, I could also be hit by a car cycling my way to the doctor-centre. Or I could be killed by a family member. On christmas eve. (quote from the nice Mark Haddon book, it's a fact it's most likely, that might you get murdered, it will be a relative, and on Christmas eve.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact: I tend to remember stupid useless facts, by accident, I don't repeat them trying to remember. I just do. And then I have to tell them to people if the subject minding the facts comes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Catch me if you Can is on zhe telly. I saw inception yesterday so I might die of Leonardo DiCaprio overdose, or Tom Hanks (since I saw Forrest Gump last week)(It's monday-Tom-Hanks-day-month). But I always loved this movie. Every of the 8 or 10 times I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. what does a moron say when he says 3 holes next to each other in the ground?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4991220571129702117?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4991220571129702117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/spot-of-bother.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4991220571129702117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4991220571129702117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/spot-of-bother.html' title='A spot of bother'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmqkJuCCKqI/TlKchxhouQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/kyyoiKyePm4/s72-c/tumblr_lo26r64mR91qlws4jo1_500.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7413586301596155986</id><published>2011-08-21T20:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:45:39.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A short blog if I am able to contain myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKqyAKymPpg/TlFQ4rugrNI/AAAAAAAAA60/pnLtKzaf86U/s1600/milky-way-echinopsis-atacamensis-1920.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKqyAKymPpg/TlFQ4rugrNI/AAAAAAAAA60/pnLtKzaf86U/s400/milky-way-echinopsis-atacamensis-1920.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643380742812642514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The saddest part of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the ending so much as the start&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy starts from the very first spark&lt;br /&gt;Losing your mind for the sake of your heart &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It's Feist. With the song Let It Die. It is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; perfect. It is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; right, that I get a little sad listening to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;That I get a little angry not being the one who thought of is. That, instead of describing what the saddest is about love, about a broken heart, I wrote about how I love my plastic magic stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ob1CdTLDj10" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Slightly sarcastic pessimism. Almost a trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7413586301596155986?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7413586301596155986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-blog-if-i-am-able-to-contain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7413586301596155986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7413586301596155986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-blog-if-i-am-able-to-contain.html' title='A short blog if I am able to contain myself'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKqyAKymPpg/TlFQ4rugrNI/AAAAAAAAA60/pnLtKzaf86U/s72-c/milky-way-echinopsis-atacamensis-1920.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1417500005983987593</id><published>2011-08-20T13:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:06:37.085+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I am bored where's the needle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6U5sr8-oNpw/Tk-drtBMZ_I/AAAAAAAAA6M/i63guf-6aO0/s1600/lovemagazineblog-via-knight-cat.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6U5sr8-oNpw/Tk-drtBMZ_I/AAAAAAAAA6M/i63guf-6aO0/s400/lovemagazineblog-via-knight-cat.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642902232263059442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear lord I'm so bored I'm doing this blog on my piercings. Which I don't actually have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have my nose pierced. Stupid thing is, since my old pc died, I lost all those older pictures, and I don't have one single photo of me with my  nose pierced, which is kind of a bummer. Maybe I should bring my pc to the pc-make-people-shop. But well, 50 euros, or more. I don't know. Kind of sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo here goes to the piercings I don't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ff-HAOYw_M/Tk-f-jSs4FI/AAAAAAAAA6U/SNJ2pYWjYSI/s1600/IMG2097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ff-HAOYw_M/Tk-f-jSs4FI/AAAAAAAAA6U/SNJ2pYWjYSI/s400/IMG2097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642904755092906066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I used to have 3 up there, and now I have 3, but they're all going through one hole. Which doesn't hurt, and didn't hurt. I was so bored with the 1 ring going through.. it was a terrible work to put them in and close them though :| I always thought it was a horrible job putting 1 in and closing it, and now, when I had one, I had 2 to go still. But 2 of them were kind of easy, they have a ball with a hole and you have to put the other end in it? So it's better than the one where you have a joint and you have to put that little piece in the hole. Yes? Still getting it? God, though, this one hurt even after.. 3 years after I got it, couldn't sleep on that side for a long while :/ probably the reason why I let the other 2 grow closed again (grow closed? ... oh well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7kn6NV4Fm4/Tk-f-6eC6vI/AAAAAAAAA6k/UMd3vMSngiM/s1600/IMG2093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7kn6NV4Fm4/Tk-f-6eC6vI/AAAAAAAAA6k/UMd3vMSngiM/s400/IMG2093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642904761314503410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4-2e-HzD3s/Tk-f-iQgPSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/llwYh3Yhci0/s1600/IMG2098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4-2e-HzD3s/Tk-f-iQgPSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/llwYh3Yhci0/s400/IMG2098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642904754815253794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and these refer to the title, for I my hands start itching when I'm bored. I need to either cut my hair, dye it, cut away at clothes, or pierce myself. I had done this one before, also myself, but it got all gross and the yellow crappy fluid started coming out (hope you weren't eating anything at this moment) (if so my most sincere apologies) and it didn't get any better, and so I took it out. But then, last year, you know, Mco and I broke up and after a while I still felt kind of a little bit shitty and then I got bored and my hands started itching (deadly combination, something will get irreversibly broken/cut or, well, pierced). So I tried it again. First time it failed, after I got the needle all through and out again, I couldn't get anything through the hole again. So, a few days later I tried again. And I succeeded (with lots of blood and agony because dear lawd it hurts to put a needle through your ear)(even though there is only flesh there).&lt;br /&gt;Then it took me a fucking long terrible agonizing while to put the silver thingy through and aahhrrr but then I got it and even though I couldn't touch my ear, or sleep on that side for a while. Now it's all okay (there is a little yellowish fluid somewhere in the story a while back but it is okay now) (which is kind of a miracle since I never used anything to clean the needle or the silver thingy except for saliva).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I LOoooooove it. I love the place and I'm SO happy it finally is there again! And it's not swearing so I can keep it :D happy happy happy. Now I want to find some other things to put through. The one in it now is my old nose stud. Which fitted perfectly, and bend in a hook it also almost never falls out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also really happy I never gave in to my snake bite obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STILL TERRIBLY BOOORRREEDDDD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I should dye my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1417500005983987593?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1417500005983987593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-bored-wheres-needle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1417500005983987593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1417500005983987593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-bored-wheres-needle.html' title='I am bored where&apos;s the needle'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6U5sr8-oNpw/Tk-drtBMZ_I/AAAAAAAAA6M/i63guf-6aO0/s72-c/lovemagazineblog-via-knight-cat.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-999419605188824734</id><published>2011-08-18T21:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:59:31.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Can't stop CAN'T STOP! Can't stop the blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKCAO7zkWjY/Tk1sbElow8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/QpvVLe-1bYo/s1600/8465269585.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKCAO7zkWjY/Tk1sbElow8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/QpvVLe-1bYo/s400/8465269585.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642285120508969922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found &lt;i&gt;I Never Promised You A Rosegarden &lt;/i&gt;today! In ENGLISH for fitty cents. Yaay! I'e been looking for it for such a while now! I found it once, but it was Dutch, so I gave it to my sister (well, actually, my father bought it, so he gave it). And I read it (I guess in Dutch? I can't remember which language anymore.. because I didn't read my sisters book, maybe my moms -she has the same and my dad says it's in Dutch but again, I can't remember- or maybe I borrowed it from a friend? This shit is weiahd.) once. I loved it. It's written so.. terribly beautifully terrible. If you know what I'm saayin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a haunting story.. left me feeling a bit crazy myself.. I'd reaaallly recommend this book. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while in the car I read some more Margaret Atwood. I am really loving it now. Even though I'm still guessing at where she's heading. She just has such eerie sentences and thoughts some times.. I really want to quote some stuff of her. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or never. Probably never, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm going to watch some House on zhe telly (I am in love with Hugh Laurie, of course) (I seem to be infatuated by/with every man with a vertical crease -or 2- between the brows) (Alan Rickman) (Random man on train).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson is nice too. Aw sweet teenage rants, never leave me, hug my heart and keep it pumping faster and faster, fill my stomach with butterflies making me float horizontally above the daily greyness of normality and adultness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will go draw rainbows now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no wait, I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-999419605188824734?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/999419605188824734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-stop-cant-stop-cant-stop-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/999419605188824734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/999419605188824734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-stop-cant-stop-cant-stop-blog.html' title='Can&apos;t stop CAN&apos;T STOP! Can&apos;t stop the blog.'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKCAO7zkWjY/Tk1sbElow8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/QpvVLe-1bYo/s72-c/8465269585.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3618519899473926815</id><published>2011-08-18T12:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T12:26:09.885+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaking boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjft-wXR6Zs/TkzlhOta7qI/AAAAAAAAA58/QIWiCCCIQRo/s1600/tumblr_lo9p8o9uKa1qaka40o1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjft-wXR6Zs/TkzlhOta7qI/AAAAAAAAA58/QIWiCCCIQRo/s400/tumblr_lo9p8o9uKa1qaka40o1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642136792235437730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am one of those boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;with two left hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me gold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it'll turn into sand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So lover, please, hold on to your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you let it go I'll tear it apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lover please hold on to your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you let it go I'll tear it apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heartbreakings boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;treating hearts like toys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In their heartbreaking hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh your heart won't stand a chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heartbreaking boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;it might be accidental,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it still hurts like hell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when they break your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was one of those girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;still untouched by pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She pushed her heart in my arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so I told her once again;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So lover, please, hold on to your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you let it go I'll tear it apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lover please hold on to your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you let it go I'll tear it apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreakings boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;treating hearts like toys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In their heartbreaking hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh your heart won't stand a chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heartbreaking boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;it might be accidental,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it still hurts like hell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when they break your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am one of those boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;one of the heartbreaking kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you watch me close you'll see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I know they say love is blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but haven't you seen my face?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you noticed my ways?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you seen my face?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you noticed my ways?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heartbreakings boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;treating hearts like toys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In their heartbreaking hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh your heart won't stand a chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heartbreaking boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;it might be accidental,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it still hurts like hell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when they break your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised; new lyrics. Kind of finished. May add some more, may change some words. You know how it goes. Yes. Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also working on another one! Inspired by my own nagging about feeling like the sea. Nag nag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm going to grab me some hardcore lunch. Haahaaardcooohooooore. And then head of in the Jag (hihi) to my aunt and uncle, and some second-hand shopping in the way up there. Weehee. Teehee. Woohoo. Yeahea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about, maybe I should record Oh Pete some time soon, and the song about the Long lost lovers or whatever other crappy title I gave that song. Let me look it up... hmmm that's weird.. I'd swear I'd uploaded it once here.. &lt;i&gt;Love song for the long gone&lt;/i&gt; is what I called it back then I remember. (though, as working title I called it zombiesong haha daimn that is well not bing bing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I once fell in love with a boy&lt;br /&gt;can you see the clouds hanging?&lt;br /&gt;- he's dead&lt;br /&gt;He died because I murdered him&lt;br /&gt;because he told me to&lt;br /&gt;it was the right thing to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;But I loved him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I once fell in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;can you see the skies filling?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;I died because she murdered me&lt;br /&gt;because I told her to&lt;br /&gt;it was the one thing that I couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;But I loved her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I once buried a man&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one I loved&lt;br /&gt;and even at his funeral his mother told me&lt;br /&gt;I was, never worthy enough&lt;br /&gt;of his love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;But I loved him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I once got buried by a women&lt;br /&gt;who told me she would love me til I died&lt;br /&gt;but she loved me even after that&lt;br /&gt;because when I turned around&lt;br /&gt;she was lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;and not planning on leaving&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;Oh I love her&lt;br /&gt;I love her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Oh I love him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;waawwwwwwwwww 2 LRYICS IN ONE BLOGGGGGG!!!! total heartattack now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3618519899473926815?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3618519899473926815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/heartbreaking-boys_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3618519899473926815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3618519899473926815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/heartbreaking-boys_18.html' title='Heartbreaking boys'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjft-wXR6Zs/TkzlhOta7qI/AAAAAAAAA58/QIWiCCCIQRo/s72-c/tumblr_lo9p8o9uKa1qaka40o1_500.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7265920964504674070</id><published>2011-08-17T19:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:21:52.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Can't tell if sarcasm or just normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkia4Vy3hDA/Tkv0thBsaWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GZWqJwmKBH8/s1600/girl-thing-241.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkia4Vy3hDA/Tkv0thBsaWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GZWqJwmKBH8/s400/girl-thing-241.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641872021008443746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm going to write about what I wanted my blog yesterday to be about. But I just couldn't speak my mind. Everything went "nooo noo I didn't mean that umm....... don't know"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that it was such a big mindblowing topic. But I was just thinking and wondering about chatting and msn. Sometimes it seems you can't have a normal conversation (saying normal things) without &lt;i&gt;having &lt;/i&gt;to use smileys.&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you would have a conversation like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Hey, how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Fine, how about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Yeah fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds totally sarcastic right? Or okay, maybe not &lt;i&gt;totally &lt;/i&gt;sarcastic, that would be a bit exaggerated. But still, 'great' sounds like the person is actually a saggybottom sourface, who doesn't care that much about how you feel. (I, of course, could start a whole new discussion now about how (the last 10 years?) it seems like nobody cares whatever you answer on 'how are you' anymore because nobody's actually even listening and we all have too little time and too much to do to care about our fellow peoplefriends,  but let's not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As to, whether it was written like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Hey :) how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Fine ^^ how about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Yeah fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Great :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody would think of calling the latter a saggybottom sourface or maybe if the person calling the person a saggybottom sourface was a saggybottom sourface itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh lord this whole thing, I just don't have a point. I don't even use emoticons in my own blog. I do while chatting though, or texting. But, well, no point at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retreating silently hoping nobody notices but of course stepping on squeaky duck dog toy and everybody turns around with brows in downwards v-shape meaning they are angry making me run for the last few metres out of the room with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsEV8H5WSUo&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=32s"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; playing in the back. (I SWEAR it's not Rick Ashley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7265920964504674070?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7265920964504674070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-tell-if-sarcasm-or-just-normal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7265920964504674070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7265920964504674070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-tell-if-sarcasm-or-just-normal.html' title='Can&apos;t tell if sarcasm or just normal'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkia4Vy3hDA/Tkv0thBsaWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GZWqJwmKBH8/s72-c/girl-thing-241.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8512731922567968508</id><published>2011-08-16T21:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:11:25.378+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPdU1w4LRXQ/TkrKo3jtveI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8PpJGc6CLOY/s1600/choi_xooang_xoo-1-600x402.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPdU1w4LRXQ/TkrKo3jtveI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8PpJGc6CLOY/s400/choi_xooang_xoo-1-600x402.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641544286692294114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh doesn't this remind you of Pan's Labyrinth? Aahhhhhh the creepiest monster EVER. Really, brrrrrr. Google 'Pan's Labyrinth Monster' if you don't know it. But really. you SHOULD know it. Yeeeessss being friendly as ever. Not bossy at ullll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching the Prince and Me, I like Julia Stiles. I liked her even more when she was in Dexter. The Prince and Me kind of sucks, but that's okay. And I read a little while watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo tired, and I have no idea why, really terrible. So maybe I'll try sleeping now. With a little reading to fatigue the eyes some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when sometimes -when people say 'eyes' or sing it in a song- it totally sounds like 'ass'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that I bid you farewell my loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All truly sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. probably weird through lack of sleep, excuzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pps. .... wait I forgot oh no wait! I think I'll have some new lyrics up here somewhere this week. yahaahaaaywooo yeahhwhooohohohohohohohoh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8512731922567968508?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8512731922567968508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8512731922567968508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8512731922567968508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/what.html' title='WHAT?'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPdU1w4LRXQ/TkrKo3jtveI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8PpJGc6CLOY/s72-c/choi_xooang_xoo-1-600x402.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3199585690795885083</id><published>2011-08-15T20:21:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:56:03.183+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Treasure hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfkGxl9Hpco/Tklmy7nO4KI/AAAAAAAAA5g/UF-JqPA3lhU/s1600/IMG2001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfkGxl9Hpco/Tklmy7nO4KI/AAAAAAAAA5g/UF-JqPA3lhU/s320/IMG2001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641153033439994018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowerpower belt! And because I'm a Dutch girl in heart and kidneys (love using Dutch verbs and translating them in English) I'll tell you it was only 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjmpqEN3TAc/TklmOjKQvBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MkbRayEg5cM/s1600/IMG1990.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjmpqEN3TAc/TklmOjKQvBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MkbRayEg5cM/s320/IMG1990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641152408400739346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5c2Sg7bPbs/TklmNz4X6JI/AAAAAAAAA44/ZiViYOGTs0c/s1600/IMG1969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5c2Sg7bPbs/TklmNz4X6JI/AAAAAAAAA44/ZiViYOGTs0c/s320/IMG1969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641152395709245586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow H&amp;amp;M dress, 2 euros I think. Neil Gaiman short stories book 1 or 1,50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3SDDhTUZLc/TklmORDybmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/LpwCk_rkTUU/s1600/IMG1986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3SDDhTUZLc/TklmORDybmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/LpwCk_rkTUU/s320/IMG1986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641152403541749346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbmisWpTTI8/TklmOJI3KtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/C2tPjpma4Ck/s1600/IMG1979.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbmisWpTTI8/TklmOJI3KtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/C2tPjpma4Ck/s320/IMG1979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641152401415547602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New old mug, found this in Workum for 1 e.  Pin/brooch something doggie, my grannie was rummaging through some drawers and found it and gave it to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5eW_BchnUE/TklmOMj2EUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/AGIGl-k_I1k/s1600/IMG1975.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5eW_BchnUE/TklmOMj2EUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/AGIGl-k_I1k/s320/IMG1975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641152402334028098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0QAxAhZNsY/TklktjhJZcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/w2Nz0-Y2yuk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-09%2Bat%2B15.02.01.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0QAxAhZNsY/TklktjhJZcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/w2Nz0-Y2yuk/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-09%2Bat%2B15.02.01.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641150742049416642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pendants I found this summer! And a black magnetic locket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7lb72HJPPo/Tklks--X-sI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ILui13u7cpg/s1600/IMG1965.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7lb72HJPPo/Tklks--X-sI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ILui13u7cpg/s320/IMG1965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641150732239895234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10Wri-iYHjo/TklksgNIs_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/ojc2cWHVYSw/s1600/IMG1963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10Wri-iYHjo/TklksgNIs_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/ojc2cWHVYSw/s320/IMG1963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641150723980309490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY a black wool circle scarf! one fitty. And 5 beautiful lion hangers for up on the way. Isn't he a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zi-Io05CVo/TkljvjtHKmI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XKezpCyqkAI/s1600/IMG1956.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zi-Io05CVo/TkljvjtHKmI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XKezpCyqkAI/s320/IMG1956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641149676947712610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iB7wLXS6bs0/TklkMXAVrpI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qu1zIZuNWmQ/s1600/IMG1957.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iB7wLXS6bs0/TklkMXAVrpI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qu1zIZuNWmQ/s320/IMG1957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641150171754901138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A really smelly but lovely watch, you have to wind it which is PERFECT for me since I tend to wear watches for a few weeks, then leave the batteries to die, and then, wanting it again, I have to buy new batteries and then it goes as I described before. And then to here again, in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;But waaahh it was SO smelly and all kinds of gross green black stuff in between te thingies, I first poked out all that stuff with a paperclip, then tried to clean it with a wet q-tip. And eventually I dipped it in a bowl of pure alcohol, and then in a bowl (these were all really very little tiny little bowls) of a random cleaner we had with a nice smell. And now it's kind of okay, but still there is some hint of goat/cow shit and school gymnastic ropes and mats. Which is, as you might imagine, not a very nice odeur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a black fake fur coat, which makes me look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paddlinginstructor.com/images/stories/blog/bear_sleeping_bag_3483.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paddlinginstructor.com/images/stories/blog/bear_sleeping_bag_3483.png" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 508px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a real fur coat, made of I think this little chap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teamnesra.net/chris/images/Fisher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teamnesra.net/chris/images/Fisher.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 690px; height: 600px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and probably about 80 of his friends. Makes me feel uneasy still. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a blue sweater which I forgot to take a picture of. Oh, and I didn't take pictures of the coats because, with my phone I don't think it would show how they really look. So I'm still thinking of searching the battery charger of my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand I think that was all.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooh and I am now a Mahjong addict. Hoping to find the game on one of my next treasure hunts! But blaahhh you have to play it with 3 at least! Buuhuuummeeheerrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am going to stop because Forrest Gump is already on for 15 minutes and I've never seen it before and I should give it aaaalll my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3199585690795885083?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3199585690795885083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/treasure-hunt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3199585690795885083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3199585690795885083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure hunt'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfkGxl9Hpco/Tklmy7nO4KI/AAAAAAAAA5g/UF-JqPA3lhU/s72-c/IMG2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6226129264725167947</id><published>2011-08-11T22:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:59:46.946+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkhPM58Z2is/TkRB2J0QU5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Aog0M9wZuKg/s1600/tumblr_kupalzK2fp1qa2fy3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkhPM58Z2is/TkRB2J0QU5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Aog0M9wZuKg/s320/tumblr_kupalzK2fp1qa2fy3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639705031978537874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone reading; what do you think of buying second-hand fur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay still haven't packed my bag, instead, I was browsing &lt;a href="http://www.blog.freepeople.com"&gt;the freepeople blog&lt;/a&gt; and practicing on my fishtailbraiding skillz for when I have my long hair in 1,5 year. And now it's time for some Robinson Crusoe and some serious sleeping til morning when I have to get up and watch my terribly addictive ghost hunting series and pack my bag and shower and go to work and lunch and go to work and catch a jaguar to catch a bus to catch a boat to sleep in a tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps. this centre lining is weird. I think I will start lining it left again. Can't get used to this. Omg suuuuuuch a big deal of course like, omg! yeah&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6226129264725167947?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6226129264725167947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/question.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6226129264725167947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6226129264725167947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkhPM58Z2is/TkRB2J0QU5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Aog0M9wZuKg/s72-c/tumblr_kupalzK2fp1qa2fy3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-336962767101142103</id><published>2011-08-11T20:21:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:14:14.399+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Superficial on repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0gXfU9NYC3g/TkQeMauirTI/AAAAAAAAA10/G9vjGE6s0YI/s1600/4a29e07bd3166.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0gXfU9NYC3g/TkQeMauirTI/AAAAAAAAA10/G9vjGE6s0YI/s400/4a29e07bd3166.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639665832056499506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES! This is indeed another 'long hair post'. I was just checking my daily blogs and I came across &lt;a href="http://www.taghrid.cc/"&gt;Taghrid&lt;/a&gt;, and with this photo, she set me in the "OOMMGGG can't WAIT to have long hair again-mood"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6028/5996505492_cec7018b92_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 900px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6028/5996505492_cec7018b92_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if you want to release your frustration for me having another long-hair-rant, go throw bricks through hér window. not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joah2rZtl0E/TkQhbdHBSJI/AAAAAAAAA2w/FOI1pEmPBmU/s1600/tumblr_lnvcv8FiNK1qaka40.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joah2rZtl0E/TkQhbdHBSJI/AAAAAAAAA2w/FOI1pEmPBmU/s400/tumblr_lnvcv8FiNK1qaka40.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639669388928960658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMBObkf_Q6w/TkQhbW0cG8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Km-VMUMaabg/s1600/tumblr_lh536fgO631qbdzhho1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-zMBObkf_Q6w/TkQhbW0cG8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Km-VMUMaabg/s400/tumblr_lh536fgO631qbdzhho1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639669387240414146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CM-wEMCtBU/TkQhbHvlmKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/RBt7y-CsyQw/s1600/fashioncanvas.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CM-wEMCtBU/TkQhbHvlmKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/RBt7y-CsyQw/s400/fashioncanvas.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639669383193532578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also want a dreamcatcher. DIY project for somewhere in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYOX3swjV4o/TkQhbGjrlQI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/BryA38_pLBM/s1600/5981435413_e5efe017b1_b.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYOX3swjV4o/TkQhbGjrlQI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/BryA38_pLBM/s400/5981435413_e5efe017b1_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639669382875157762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVmh-mfbNb8/TkQhayGjD5I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/3kfvLVV71u8/s1600/IMG_7100.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVmh-mfbNb8/TkQhayGjD5I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/3kfvLVV71u8/s400/IMG_7100.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639669377384255378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahaaw she is so cute :) from http://ilovewildfox.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYEzn84S8Fc/TkQjJpMG3GI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/J1hEsOTf48M/s1600/tumblr_kua2lzZtjS1qz9qooo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYEzn84S8Fc/TkQjJpMG3GI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/J1hEsOTf48M/s400/tumblr_kua2lzZtjS1qz9qooo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671281957133410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous Fiona Apple with her frizzy wavy pretty hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bF4D9IiKy6o/TkQjJnGuEUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/RpNuF-BCQ88/s1600/tumblr_lof27o1F7s1qmwrhuo1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bF4D9IiKy6o/TkQjJnGuEUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/RpNuF-BCQ88/s400/tumblr_lof27o1F7s1qmwrhuo1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671281397666114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sideways hair. Ombré hair, dark at the top light(er) at the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9cpxc1yzDk/TkQjJfgQgII/AAAAAAAAA3I/YPjXvWEQ27c/s1600/tumblr_lh91kuJ8Fa1qanqkwo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-f9cpxc1yzDk/TkQjJfgQgII/AAAAAAAAA3I/YPjXvWEQ27c/s400/tumblr_lh91kuJ8Fa1qanqkwo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671279357296770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abbey Lee Kershaw, total girl crush of course. And I want her braid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-XEmllIj_k/TkQjI8SCUEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/2bdjSUnnnto/s1600/www.flickr.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-XEmllIj_k/TkQjI8SCUEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/2bdjSUnnnto/s400/www.flickr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671269902405698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2f4XF5fOoA/TkQjI1sKuJI/AAAAAAAAA24/ZjIIVsA1Uq0/s1600/5178725324.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2f4XF5fOoA/TkQjI1sKuJI/AAAAAAAAA24/ZjIIVsA1Uq0/s400/5178725324.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671268132960402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad cut the ends for me yesterday. 2 til 3 cms off, which will take me about 3 months. It only grows about 15 centimeters a year!! Soooooo unfair, like, maaaaan. So it will take me.. wait, letting my hair down, trying to guesstimate (total terrible word! heard it today again on Cash in the Attic (man I loooove BBC antiques programmes) (really!) and I had to use it :)) a freaking year and 3 months orso for my hair to grow as long as I'd want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And by that time, probably, I'll be so sick of it already that I'll cut it to a Mia Farrow pixie Twiggy cut again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay NO and then I will make myself look and stare and not blink watching these next photos which, when I look at them now, always makes me want to punch myself in the face for cutting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtHY7RpTfg/TkQluqS1BmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6pG5Fj1VY80/s1600/_rosaliedeweerd_2-1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtHY7RpTfg/TkQluqS1BmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6pG5Fj1VY80/s320/_rosaliedeweerd_2-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639674116932175458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with and (of course) by &lt;a href="http://www.rosaliedeweerd.blogspot.com"&gt;Rosa&lt;/a&gt; I love this way of curling my hair! I used long shreds of an old paper, you have to have wet hair, well, damp. And then you pull the streak of paper to the end of your hair (make sure your hair is in the middle of the streak) then make a triangle of the part around your hair, and start rolling it up. When you are at the top, make a knot in the streak of paper -be careful since it easily tears. Blow it dry, sleep with it still in, I don't know, just let it dry and you'll have curls like above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAnjf_Y88RA/TkQluuTm9JI/AAAAAAAAA34/jC2EoBHvfOs/s1600/0neTrickPony.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAnjf_Y88RA/TkQluuTm9JI/AAAAAAAAA34/jC2EoBHvfOs/s320/0neTrickPony.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639674118009189522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a school project for our Art class at the time. I was a pirate (a whory pirate according my friends) and the other 2 were an indian and a princess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn_GAvtyX4E/TkQlt_NAxWI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vFSLVDsprYY/s1600/%25C2%25A9rosaliedeweerd-5.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn_GAvtyX4E/TkQlt_NAxWI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vFSLVDsprYY/s320/%25C2%25A9rosaliedeweerd-5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639674105365054818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, by Rosa. Ahhaaaaa that hair. Okay sorry, drooling on my own hair. I'll stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jha4rgfNB54/TkQltTv1xjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/F-sQKZKIYpA/s1600/4060594742_c2c049589a_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jha4rgfNB54/TkQltTv1xjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/F-sQKZKIYpA/s320/4060594742_c2c049589a_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639674093699974706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay last one then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why I have this hair obsession. When it's long I want it short, when it's short it's taking too goddamn long to have it long again. I just like braiding it, cutting bangs in it, twirl it around my fingers (while of course flicking my lashes and showing my leg by lifting my skirt a bit). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ooehh and I started writing a new song, which today I also started on the piano, I think I've got the chorus, but one chord is not working, and I don't know with which to replace it, having tried lots of stuff.. Can't wait for school to start to get some help of my songwriting teacher. Of course, he'll probably want to change 3/4 of the rest of the chords and song, but that's okay ;-) (nah that was a joke of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I have to really start finishing the other one, and the one about my sister, but well, no; I think I'm going to let that one rest a bit. Though, if the lyrics are finished I will post them here. And the same with the other 2. Can't wait to share something new again.. but well, I'll have to wait til I've actually finished them :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O shite, have to pack my bag for my weekend to Texel with Miranda, a friend from my class, also a singer-songwriter. I should really post something of her here once. Yes will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-336962767101142103?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/336962767101142103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/superficial-on-repeat.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/336962767101142103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/336962767101142103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/superficial-on-repeat.html' title='Superficial on repeat'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0gXfU9NYC3g/TkQeMauirTI/AAAAAAAAA10/G9vjGE6s0YI/s72-c/4a29e07bd3166.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8081274213667233658</id><published>2011-08-09T19:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:14:12.927+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ji-Q9DgKHWw/TkFu49YgvLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/6p1a7K2S5Pg/s1600/IMG1981-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ji-Q9DgKHWw/TkFu49YgvLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/6p1a7K2S5Pg/s400/IMG1981-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638910133273672882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started cutting the ones underneath at work, out of almost letal boredom. Then, because I liked it so much, I made the ones above at home. I used to believe it was some kind of magic trick when people cut little people in paper and then pulled the paper out and they were all holding hands! But even though I now know there's really now hocuspocus to it, it still feels a bit like magic :) (I don't know how I amputated those 2 girls' arms though.. must be some kind of scary voodoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm_uOVnBjrs/TkFu4mJE7mI/AAAAAAAAA08/U5gtNBA_OgE/s1600/IMG1976-pola02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm_uOVnBjrs/TkFu4mJE7mI/AAAAAAAAA08/U5gtNBA_OgE/s400/IMG1976-pola02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638910127034920546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKPm2gpuwFM/TkFu4T-nodI/AAAAAAAAA00/53ElAww82Uk/s1600/IMG1970-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKPm2gpuwFM/TkFu4T-nodI/AAAAAAAAA00/53ElAww82Uk/s400/IMG1970-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638910122159219154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my treasures! Isn't this faceless mermaid a beauty. Couldn't believe my luck when I found her and traded her for some useless 50 cent coin I had somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Txsqe7Ym7k/TkFu4NNcwEI/AAAAAAAAA0s/eGl4Ly8dMXg/s1600/IMG1953-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Txsqe7Ym7k/TkFu4NNcwEI/AAAAAAAAA0s/eGl4Ly8dMXg/s400/IMG1953-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638910120342372418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the contrast the harsh fools gold gives next to those soft sweet ametist kind of stones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to collect stones and shells when I was younger. I threw lots of them away last week, but a few I just had to keep because a few that were so pretty or that were special to me when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JESNGMrp7SQ/TkFu3xwGm6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/VGj1_tkjU_A/s1600/IMG2024-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JESNGMrp7SQ/TkFu3xwGm6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/VGj1_tkjU_A/s400/IMG2024-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638910112971529122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feathers, something I guess I am kind of collecting now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRrFhaL4e6Y/TkFxlRWL63I/AAAAAAAAA1U/FrEgNPVCbes/s1600/IMG2029-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRrFhaL4e6Y/TkFxlRWL63I/AAAAAAAAA1U/FrEgNPVCbes/s400/IMG2029-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638913093570128754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably a muskrats or rabbits jaw. Painted silver. Like I did to another found herons skull, and a little rat's skull. Especially the heron has turned out so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4_Z_IdI_-A/TkFxlLVBV3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/X44rBM2sI9o/s1600/IMG2017-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4_Z_IdI_-A/TkFxlLVBV3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/X44rBM2sI9o/s400/IMG2017-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638913091954628466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tq-qQy_n6KI/TkFxmKt6p2I/AAAAAAAAA1s/oO0u8XJ8hJQ/s1600/IMG2055-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tq-qQy_n6KI/TkFxmKt6p2I/AAAAAAAAA1s/oO0u8XJ8hJQ/s400/IMG2055-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638913108970481506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally felt like all 3 of Hanson when seeing/taking this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8rV2YKG5GQ/TkFxlwGFPpI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Mn5a0mHMKY0/s1600/IMG2071-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8rV2YKG5GQ/TkFxlwGFPpI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Mn5a0mHMKY0/s400/IMG2071-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638913101824081554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An accident I liked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yn6P-A1_FsI/TkFxlkbwZCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/bS2YHuj6S2w/s1600/IMG2050-pola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yn6P-A1_FsI/TkFxlkbwZCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/bS2YHuj6S2w/s400/IMG2050-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638913098693764130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't Poladroid a wonderful application! It even takes time for the photo's to appear like with a real polaroid camera. I've had it for 2 or 3 year now, but kind of never thought of it anymore. Up til now of course. Sooo yah.. other pictures will probably soon follow. Like, tomorrow I guess. If I find the time/energy, tomorrow it'll be a working morning and afternoon again. In the middle of the day it's the nicest, from 13:30 til 16:30, it's the busiest then! Especially when it's shitty weather like today. Hurray for the shitty weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8081274213667233658?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8081274213667233658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-started-cutting-ones-underneath-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8081274213667233658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8081274213667233658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-started-cutting-ones-underneath-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ji-Q9DgKHWw/TkFu49YgvLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/6p1a7K2S5Pg/s72-c/IMG1981-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5950627510465521038</id><published>2011-08-09T14:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:30:46.966+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>‎When Enola decided to drop the bom, and tell everybody he was Gay, the whole city was devastated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/83/Atomic_cloud_over_Hiroshima_from_B-29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 542px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/83/Atomic_cloud_over_Hiroshima_from_B-29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Atomic cloud over Hiroshima from B-29 "Enola Gay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;66 years ago today, and three days ago, the 2 atomic bombs were dropped on first Hiroshima, and then Nagasaki. I watched a programma about it on Discovery channel, and also read an interview a while ago, with a man who survived the attack on Hiroshima. It is one of the most impressive interviews I have ever read. Links: &lt;a href="http://www.viceland.com/nl/v3n11/htdocs/old-doctor-survived-hiroshima-114.php"&gt;Dutch&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://www.viceland.com/int/v15n10/htdocs/old-doctor-survived-hiroshima-114.php?country=nl"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think actually it was the interview that might've triggered my mind into dreaming the dream I later wrote down as Mushrooms, being about atomic bombs and not about magic mushrooms of course. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is so weirdly impressive and at the same time utmost terrifying a bomb like this can wipe away almost an entire city and it's habitants.. and the aftermath.. all the terrible diseases and the cancer it may cause.. I think somewhere it almost makes me feel guilty I am a human, like the humans who invented that terrible device. Luckily I could never ever make and do something like this. Is it not for my love for mankind, it will be my total lack of nuclear knowledge and totally suckage (Frenchly spoken, for it is not actually a word) at math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SGmQoojULu0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps. busy taking and uploading handy (mobilephone) pics of my treasure hunt! (I can't find my camera's battery loader! It's been missing for 1,5 year now aahhh.. I should go for one last good look and then I should probably just buy a new one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5950627510465521038?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5950627510465521038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-enola-decided-to-drop-bom-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5950627510465521038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5950627510465521038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-enola-decided-to-drop-bom-and-tell.html' title='‎When Enola decided to drop the bom, and tell everybody he was Gay, the whole city was devastated.'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SGmQoojULu0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6477274492663095216</id><published>2011-08-08T22:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:45:08.112+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>14 %</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_H1F_yi8PNM/TkBGxAqGa7I/AAAAAAAAA0c/zSyYw6fjEmg/s1600/3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_H1F_yi8PNM/TkBGxAqGa7I/AAAAAAAAA0c/zSyYw6fjEmg/s400/3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638584541271976882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the last couple of weeks (since my holiday started I suppose) I can't seem to have enough stuff on my mind. When I'm watching tv I have to do something else too; knot a bracelet, read a book, check my mail, delete old text messages, rummage through the room.. When I'm surfin on the web I need to have the telly on for some background noise it seems. I don't know what this restlessness is, it kind of makes me feel like the sea sometimes. 13%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the restlessness of .. something.. in my bones. Don't know what exactly it is, a specific kind of restlessness.. out of fear maybe. Out of fear for acceptance, well rather the lack of acceptance then. Fear of never accepting myself and seeing myself as cool or awesome (making me wish I was Barney Stinson) (well I'd wish for that anyway). Maybe I still haven't outgrown this piece of shizle called puberty, but it feels like something else. And it kind of makes me feel like the sea sometimes. 12%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sometimes wish I could see myself as other do, since I have the feeling I will never be good enough for myself, like some others, who in my eyes are, the best things since sliced bread. It would be nice if I could only see myself as a piece of sliced bread. I am working on it though, I think. I mean, what's the baby-steps-plan for seeing yourself as sliced bread? Where's your good advice now dr. Phil? Oh life, with all your ups and downs and round-a-bouts with ways to choose from, sometimes you make me feel like the sea. 10%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know sometimes when you're in bed, after a day of swimming, you are lying still and it still feels like you are in the water? But it's calms, and even though thinking about it might make it annoying and nauseating, eventually you fall asleep in a relaxing way, perhaps kind of feeling like the sea. A calm one, with no icebergs to sink your boat, no whirlpools to suck you in, no bermuda triangles to make you disappear from the sight of the world forever.. just a calm sea. 8%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Totally sounds like I'm planning on committing suicide now of course. Let me assure; no. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the counting down was also not a count down to a time bomb exploding, it is just the count down of my battery. (still 8%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But my own is running even lower, at 3% I would say, which makes it time to sleep. YESSSSSSSS sleepytimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too bad I haven't swum today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fleur 7%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6477274492663095216?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6477274492663095216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/14.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6477274492663095216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6477274492663095216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/14.html' title='14 %'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_H1F_yi8PNM/TkBGxAqGa7I/AAAAAAAAA0c/zSyYw6fjEmg/s72-c/3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8423907704606544809</id><published>2011-08-07T21:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:55:29.383+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Furminator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCH8_fR84G4/Tj7kL3LpkOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TM57eO_PQgM/s1600/cute-n-tiny.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCH8_fR84G4/Tj7kL3LpkOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TM57eO_PQgM/s400/cute-n-tiny.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638194675956945122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I did not buy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a guinea pig with a hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a guinea pig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- antlers for on the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a branch for hanging my clothes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a coin-operated boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a parakeet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- an old woman's walking cane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- golden teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a g-string&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- used underwear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a pinball machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. So I wanted to post about what I bought today. But then I thought it'd be much nicer to post pictures with that. And I am so not gonna take any pictures right now. I am going to sleeeeeeep now. Or well, in an hour, but at least I'm not taking pictures anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So instead I thought I'd might as wel post what I didn't buy. And yes, the title is a very mysterious pun regarding my newly found treasures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also added a new paaaaage to my wooooooordpreeesssssssss, with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL9597876E8DF8EBA1"&gt;Clicking this sentence will bring you there immediately.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But you could also just go the the main page&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.onetrickponymusic.wordpress.com"&gt; onetrickponymusic.wordpress&lt;/a&gt; and then click 'lyrics'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mmm I think I'm going to bed and read some Robinson Crusoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Evil Knievel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8423907704606544809?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8423907704606544809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/furminator.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8423907704606544809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8423907704606544809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/furminator.html' title='Furminator'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCH8_fR84G4/Tj7kL3LpkOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TM57eO_PQgM/s72-c/cute-n-tiny.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1574881704128496660</id><published>2011-08-06T18:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:35:02.494+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaking boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aW515Vh4LB8/Tj1plcqEL3I/AAAAAAAAA0M/01-NGQwSJ-w/s1600/Schermafbeelding-2011-08-05-om-11.04.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aW515Vh4LB8/Tj1plcqEL3I/AAAAAAAAA0M/01-NGQwSJ-w/s400/Schermafbeelding-2011-08-05-om-11.04.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637778400606433138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with their heartbreaking hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.spottedbylocals.com/Amsterdam/small/ijhallen-amsterdam-(by-gisela-clarke).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 355px;" src="http://upload.spottedbylocals.com/Amsterdam/small/ijhallen-amsterdam-(by-gisela-clarke).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woo I've had a new piano thing for a few days now, and a few lines+melody on it also.. but today I really started working on it, finishing a first verse and a chorus. It's very low, but also goes up high, I like singing it, for now anyway, but I always have this when I have something new! Then it's suddenly my faaaavorite song evah. I wonder what my own favorite would be.. I don't think I have one actually.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywaaayhhzz. Tomorrow I'll be going to a gigantic fleamarket in Amsterdam, the IJ-Hallen, it's once every month and it's really big with soooo many beautiful stuff. Last time I picked up a secondhand lacoste men vest for only 2 euros or something, and it's one of my favorites ever since. And I'll be going with my friend Rosa and her parents! So that makes it even better! And we'll be driving in the car to Amsterdam, so hopefully I'll do some reading (still Robinson Crusoe, I didn't read a lot because of the flu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going for some ice cream now. After having eaten pancakes. mmmm pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps.  the first image is an Italian Voge cover with, hold your breath, a plus size model. oooh em geeee what a shocker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1574881704128496660?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1574881704128496660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/heartbreaking-boys.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1574881704128496660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1574881704128496660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/heartbreaking-boys.html' title='Heartbreaking boys'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aW515Vh4LB8/Tj1plcqEL3I/AAAAAAAAA0M/01-NGQwSJ-w/s72-c/Schermafbeelding-2011-08-05-om-11.04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-655380323601831457</id><published>2011-08-05T11:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:03:46.422+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What's new pussycat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDdmf6DXa_I/Tju-ACEpd4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/4OAO8KEHsDE/s1600/young_amy_winehouse__by_unacanella.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDdmf6DXa_I/Tju-ACEpd4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/4OAO8KEHsDE/s400/young_amy_winehouse__by_unacanella.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637308266349950850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beautiful photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgaZgShhC-8/Tju9_0Hsf4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/SXqwETlGhi8/s1600/vroom2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgaZgShhC-8/Tju9_0Hsf4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/SXqwETlGhi8/s400/vroom2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637308262604636034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I can't get my branch/cloatingrack I will have to get me a rope one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZXckNDn4AM/Tju9mhs2-lI/AAAAAAAAAzs/RQcNvGu_Qmg/s1600/tincans3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZXckNDn4AM/Tju9mhs2-lI/AAAAAAAAAzs/RQcNvGu_Qmg/s400/tincans3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307828163508818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so gonna do this one day. The right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrLr4DSBrTY/Tju9mYeFTnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/9DWhVdOG5_Y/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B16.12.17.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrLr4DSBrTY/Tju9mYeFTnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/9DWhVdOG5_Y/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B16.12.17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307825685614194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovely. Looking for a mirror like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFJ0viro6o/Tju9mDHy2lI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4UfI1ul5GKA/s1600/Pic-6.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFJ0viro6o/Tju9mDHy2lI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4UfI1ul5GKA/s400/Pic-6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307819954985554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5_CCuT11Vg/Tju9l27swrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DPFaphlghjs/s1600/Pic-4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5_CCuT11Vg/Tju9l27swrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DPFaphlghjs/s400/Pic-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307816683029170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neil Gaiman is a shark. The posterboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLBnJq5hlPY/Tju9lxNDUuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/iKZPK64psMg/s1600/Pic-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLBnJq5hlPY/Tju9lxNDUuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/iKZPK64psMg/s400/Pic-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307815145198306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNAPEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NH0aYCVMlRM/Tju8VqpvVAI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GJDmGgUW49U/s1600/Photobucket-4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NH0aYCVMlRM/Tju8VqpvVAI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GJDmGgUW49U/s400/Photobucket-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637306438996939778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Bowie and Kate Moss ftw of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6ySrSjuna4/Tju8Vfy4RMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/i4vx9aMfKFY/s1600/jesclips.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6ySrSjuna4/Tju8Vfy4RMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/i4vx9aMfKFY/s400/jesclips.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637306436082484418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww! Thought this was such a sweet idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1msR_athJKM/Tju8VDp0t7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/LUFak8uEGqI/s1600/homes2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1msR_athJKM/Tju8VDp0t7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/LUFak8uEGqI/s400/homes2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637306428528310194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow to the cabinet, the 3-part-mirror and the glass things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBage1gaciQ/Tju8UxaVfiI/AAAAAAAAAys/Oru7p3jZNtU/s1600/emailSAM_1144.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBage1gaciQ/Tju8UxaVfiI/AAAAAAAAAys/Oru7p3jZNtU/s400/emailSAM_1144.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637306423631511074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look it! I found my tattoo, well, sort of. I don't want those ugly things in the heart. And the heart should be a bit higher, not touching the lowest part of the anchor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4IN6c91BN4/Tju8Uko4wSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/_hPYfNhupOM/s1600/atlitw3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4IN6c91BN4/Tju8Uko4wSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/_hPYfNhupOM/s400/atlitw3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637306420202881314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me a white straight wall and I will fill it with nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Naww I'm sick. Coughing, sniffing, sneezing and add headaches and some occasional hot flushes and cold shivers. But ah well, with some sleep it'll probably be over after the weekend! Have to work this afternoon and evening, so hopefully I'll get trough that somewhat comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;Probably :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UazZGVByZhE/Tju_hmHYdaI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BdILjxCYksM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-05%2Bat%2B12.15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UazZGVByZhE/Tju_hmHYdaI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BdILjxCYksM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-05%2Bat%2B12.15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637309942472406434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've been keeping myself busy making friendshipsbracelets! Aw sweet childhood memories :-) and yes, tiger print shirt! Bought it once for a porn-themed party and it's so soft I decided using it as my pj. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welllllll copy that roger over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-655380323601831457?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/655380323601831457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-new-pussycat.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/655380323601831457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/655380323601831457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-new-pussycat.html' title='What&apos;s new pussycat?'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDdmf6DXa_I/Tju-ACEpd4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/4OAO8KEHsDE/s72-c/young_amy_winehouse__by_unacanella.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7117052052971909003</id><published>2011-08-01T12:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:33:18.692+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>I need a freak. to hold me tight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4LtYVPoDMo/TjZ-xa5pO6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/FZ-uIPMvZL8/s1600/tumblr_lnkaqnHHSz1qhumd2o1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4LtYVPoDMo/TjZ-xa5pO6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/FZ-uIPMvZL8/s400/tumblr_lnkaqnHHSz1qhumd2o1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635831371200543650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY &amp;gt; the perfect way to make a bun! I used to begin with step 6, but if you twirl it first, it's much more pretty and stays longer and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a nice weekend seeing my sister and visiting my besties in Amsterdam. We did some shopping in the ABC (American Book Centre) bought a new Haruki Murakami (The wind up bird chronicles) and Catcher in the Rye by.. forgot his name, but it's an oldie and Rosa's roomie said I should read it! So I can't wait to finish Robinson Crusoe, and then the Margaret Tatcher, so I can read it and then finish with the Murakami. Hopefully I'll manage to read them all in the next month! 'cause when school starts it'll probably be too busy to read like I'm doing now. Ah well, doesn't matter either way. I'll finish them some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a second hand rodent cage, actually a bit to low for rats, but I figure that if I make some plateaus for it, they can still climb a bit. I'm soooo hoping I can have rats in my next room! Oh yes, I might even have found one already, but I won't know until probably the end of this month. And then I'll be moving by the end of september, if the room gets free then of course. Well, keeping my fingers crossed. I'll be living with 2 of my classmates, so even if I can't keep rats there, I'll probably be okay. Just don't want to be all alone anymore like I am in the room I have now. Sucks balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I bought a skirt and got one (as a late b-day present) from my friend Rosa, who works at the American Apparel which is really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had an hour of work, I'll get some lunch now, and then head of to the swimming pool again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, sometimes, like now, I feel like it's totally boring writing all this down, I mean, how could this be interesting to anyone. But well, I just like writing what's on my mind I guess, so it's more for myself then for others.. so I could also just stop and take up writing in a diary.. but then I'd probably stop doing that in a week and never touch it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7117052052971909003?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7117052052971909003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-freak-to-hold-me-tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7117052052971909003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7117052052971909003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-freak-to-hold-me-tight.html' title='I need a freak. to hold me tight.'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4LtYVPoDMo/TjZ-xa5pO6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/FZ-uIPMvZL8/s72-c/tumblr_lnkaqnHHSz1qhumd2o1_500.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4309856242669866969</id><published>2011-07-26T21:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:15:10.572+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>(Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXMBfB9uw0o/Ti8QZjdG-vI/AAAAAAAAATU/bcaDWapV-OA/s1600/www.flickr-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXMBfB9uw0o/Ti8QZjdG-vI/AAAAAAAAATU/bcaDWapV-OA/s400/www.flickr-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633739690063887090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo the camping trip was amazing! It was so nice to see my classmates again, and to just get out the freakin house. Yeah it was really nice. I shot a whole single use camera, and already brought it to the store, should be ready on thursday. Can't wait to see the pictures :) hope they turned out somewhat nice. Then I went to Enschede to meet up with another classmate and we did not went swimming (when we came there they we're just closing down), we did not see Independence day (the download was crappy and I hadn't brought my macbook) and we also did not eat any stroopwafels (but chocolate cookies were also okay of course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week is my first real week working at the swimming pool, only mornings, but that's nice :) and I'll be visiting hopefully both of my besties this weekend in Amsterdam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh and we went to a secondhand shop on the way to my grannie, and I found some awesome shoes, 2 blouses (one with a beautiful blue color) and a green vest which is slightly too short arm-wise, but well, it was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I've been playing Karma Police and Can't Help Falling in Love on the piano.. 2 songs so damn nice to sing and to play. I really want to put those on youtube one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeellllll... yes that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4309856242669866969?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4309856242669866969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/y.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4309856242669866969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4309856242669866969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/y.html' title='(Y)'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXMBfB9uw0o/Ti8QZjdG-vI/AAAAAAAAATU/bcaDWapV-OA/s72-c/www.flickr-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7795784551871826866</id><published>2011-07-19T18:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:59:23.412+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Anchors and birds, and diamonds and words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_dMyQj8AZY/TiW16yBo4LI/AAAAAAAAATM/APoLgoYarvU/s1600/emailbarcelona2011378.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_dMyQj8AZY/TiW16yBo4LI/AAAAAAAAATM/APoLgoYarvU/s400/emailbarcelona2011378.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106930562359474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okayyyy and triangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GUSHP5lawA/TiW16oSaffI/AAAAAAAAATE/YnV8C8vRCCU/s1600/33m8wes.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GUSHP5lawA/TiW16oSaffI/AAAAAAAAATE/YnV8C8vRCCU/s400/33m8wes.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106927948365298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not so much the tattoo I love, but the whole picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diGWML-ArTg/TiW16JcvgzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XV7K-arKHBQ/s1600/s33pft.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-diGWML-ArTg/TiW16JcvgzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XV7K-arKHBQ/s400/s33pft.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106919670186802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0trWKBDBL4/TiW15_vHDMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uIbxUkTSfwQ/s1600/2uqhgmv.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0trWKBDBL4/TiW15_vHDMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uIbxUkTSfwQ/s400/2uqhgmv.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106917062872258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8PoNB2BFi0/TiW1573sfyI/AAAAAAAAASs/9on0cZJkhic/s1600/wmb5at.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8PoNB2BFi0/TiW1573sfyI/AAAAAAAAASs/9on0cZJkhic/s400/wmb5at.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106916025138978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mgiKRCwO38/TiW1YLqf46I/AAAAAAAAASk/pWQoqmo4OKU/s1600/25akc5j.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mgiKRCwO38/TiW1YLqf46I/AAAAAAAAASk/pWQoqmo4OKU/s400/25akc5j.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106336149201826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like these, simple, but a diamond like that just looks beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ExcdEF6tpY/TiW1X73gUWI/AAAAAAAAASc/2L8hR3TYdgk/s1600/tumblr_lfx2lb2kNj1qa6c9zo1_500_large.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ExcdEF6tpY/TiW1X73gUWI/AAAAAAAAASc/2L8hR3TYdgk/s400/tumblr_lfx2lb2kNj1qa6c9zo1_500_large.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106331908788578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQDWTt2kpFw/TiW1XbDZy8I/AAAAAAAAASU/1u1PF3GYUOY/s1600/kate-moss31_e_f3a7c2adba52315d6ab61b83a2cd478e.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQDWTt2kpFw/TiW1XbDZy8I/AAAAAAAAASU/1u1PF3GYUOY/s400/kate-moss31_e_f3a7c2adba52315d6ab61b83a2cd478e.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106323100322754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even Kate Moss' got one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfCC5vdrhnA/TiW1XTwoOYI/AAAAAAAAASM/tAh88vr5mTk/s1600/2infqs.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-xfCC5vdrhnA/TiW1XTwoOYI/AAAAAAAAASM/tAh88vr5mTk/s400/2infqs.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106321142528386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsKF4SInISI/TiW1XCQ8AdI/AAAAAAAAASE/PGFWG6Hl5bM/s1600/iofats.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsKF4SInISI/TiW1XCQ8AdI/AAAAAAAAASE/PGFWG6Hl5bM/s400/iofats.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631106316446204370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdPon3Sq8r0/TiW09Vxof3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/IgH9PxH1WGE/s1600/tumblr_lhn8fqp5DO1qhchrto1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdPon3Sq8r0/TiW09Vxof3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/IgH9PxH1WGE/s400/tumblr_lhn8fqp5DO1qhchrto1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105875007012722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diamonds and anchors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNQSvtU6Gsg/TiW09B938uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xyrupojo5Hs/s1600/emailsdbild.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-CNQSvtU6Gsg/TiW09B938uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xyrupojo5Hs/s400/emailsdbild.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105869689647842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y0Arab6T3w/TiW08hAzJeI/AAAAAAAAARs/S3-5qykAbTo/s1600/email13-03-11-113_137345146.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y0Arab6T3w/TiW08hAzJeI/AAAAAAAAARs/S3-5qykAbTo/s400/email13-03-11-113_137345146.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105860843546082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lowzve39WIk/TiW08Yy_hDI/AAAAAAAAARk/f4KkXE_Gadc/s1600/emailIMG_5320.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lowzve39WIk/TiW08Yy_hDI/AAAAAAAAARk/f4KkXE_Gadc/s400/emailIMG_5320.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105858638152754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VYMMI_86Wc/TiW08U46q9I/AAAAAAAAARc/l6CV_XakwhI/s1600/emailskulltat_effected.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VYMMI_86Wc/TiW08U46q9I/AAAAAAAAARc/l6CV_XakwhI/s400/emailskulltat_effected.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105857589259218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohhh nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi8ueVvk0Ec/TiW0pIJkBAI/AAAAAAAAARU/YXVg50sd7o4/s1600/emailKristen-Zumot-White-Ink-feather.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi8ueVvk0Ec/TiW0pIJkBAI/AAAAAAAAARU/YXVg50sd7o4/s400/emailKristen-Zumot-White-Ink-feather.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105527751902210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;white ink! also pretty cool i'd say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KWl5AIPLzk/TiW0o57Fo2I/AAAAAAAAARM/yxJWsTPL0Sw/s1600/emailIMG_1779.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KWl5AIPLzk/TiW0o57Fo2I/AAAAAAAAARM/yxJWsTPL0Sw/s400/emailIMG_1779.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105523933094754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pre'ey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzXiGPvHjy8/TiW0oWMoreI/AAAAAAAAARE/Mo-ou9W61u0/s1600/floral2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzXiGPvHjy8/TiW0oWMoreI/AAAAAAAAARE/Mo-ou9W61u0/s400/floral2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105514343017954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIkhVlpboiA/TiW0oVNL4NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0qLSievdLdQ/s1600/2yu0xuq.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIkhVlpboiA/TiW0oVNL4NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0qLSievdLdQ/s400/2yu0xuq.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105514076889298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97Ix5AB_iN8/TiW0oAg6nEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hf7-Xdy-798/s1600/tumblr_lhdcmbmpLh1qcj8yvo1_500.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97Ix5AB_iN8/TiW0oAg6nEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hf7-Xdy-798/s400/tumblr_lhdcmbmpLh1qcj8yvo1_500.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631105508522499138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I discovered a great blog: &lt;a href="http://rodeo.net/tattoologist/"&gt;the tattoologist&lt;/a&gt; it kept me busy almost all day yesterday.. and I must say I am secretly a bit happy that I haven't seen one anchor tattoo like mine. Though, of course, I know some people will have one like it, since it's a "well known" sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halfway through my book, I think I'll go for some Haruki Murakami after this. Love his writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, doing lots of nothing, playing piano and singing, bit of songwriting, reading, walking.. couldn't be more bored overall. I can't seem to entertain myself when I'm just on my own.. while I used to be alone a lot, a few years ago. And of course, when I was little I could entertain myself for ages, just thinking up stuff and drawing houses and horses on the street. Those days those days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7795784551871826866?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7795784551871826866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/anchors-and-birds-and-diamonds-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7795784551871826866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7795784551871826866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/anchors-and-birds-and-diamonds-and.html' title='Anchors and birds, and diamonds and words'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_dMyQj8AZY/TiW16yBo4LI/AAAAAAAAATM/APoLgoYarvU/s72-c/emailbarcelona2011378.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-9155441311309989381</id><published>2011-07-15T21:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:54:59.556+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>I feel like a party in the backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjV-j6JWZBM/TiCZr4r0TNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5v8OS9OLE0E/s1600/thecaronival%253A%25250A%25250Ahahaha%2Bbrilliant%25250A.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjV-j6JWZBM/TiCZr4r0TNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5v8OS9OLE0E/s400/thecaronival%253A%25250A%25250Ahahaha%2Bbrilliant%25250A.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629668513442712786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went to Amsterdam, it was really nice to see it was such a big succes for my sister! And to see all those nicely dressed people. But geez, that's also really tiring..  was kind of afraid of it before we got there, but indeed, I ended up feeling like a compleet loser, seeing all those perfect people. Bullshit of course. But now, I feel like partying in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this morning I uploaded a new video/song by the way. And I started working on the song about my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QQO2EDO9MuE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-9155441311309989381?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/9155441311309989381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-like-party-in-backyard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/9155441311309989381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/9155441311309989381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-like-party-in-backyard.html' title='I feel like a party in the backyard'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjV-j6JWZBM/TiCZr4r0TNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5v8OS9OLE0E/s72-c/thecaronival%253A%25250A%25250Ahahaha%2Bbrilliant%25250A.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5125469769535397846</id><published>2011-07-14T19:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:13:55.347+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns8ZyfIT6AQ/Th8s5lcpPLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kc19fL86TZA/s1600/Photo%2Bby%2BEliot%2BLee%2BHazel-2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns8ZyfIT6AQ/Th8s5lcpPLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kc19fL86TZA/s400/Photo%2Bby%2BEliot%2BLee%2BHazel-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629267427052829874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I maaaade aaaaa woooorddddpreeeesssssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://onetrickponymusic.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://onetrickponymusic.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I put a link on it to download The Sharks, but then a very different version comparing to the one on youtube. Wordpress will be my more 'music businessy-business' site. Less blabla, less pictures of rats and hair and furniture and Heidi &amp;amp; Spencer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the navy ship my navy sis was on for the last 9,5 weeks (jesassss 9,5 weeks on a boat?!) was really nice to see her again!! And to get a tour through the ship. Too bad for us, the weather was too bad to go out on the water..  but still, assam as a passam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter will be on in half an hour. The ahm.. 2nd one I think. I've seen it probably like.. 7 times, but I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooohh and I have my second to last Jean M. Auel book in! Yaaaaayyy it's already very amusing and sucking me in making me want to read most of my day, but then I wouldn't have time to make a wordpress, or post useless things (oomgg I just saw Mike Rowe -dirty jobs- suck out the balls of a little Lamb dear lord ew ew ew) (poor litte lambs, getting their balls and ears and tails cut of like that, fuckin eh)(they say it's the quickest and most painless way to do.. well.. sure) on facebook all day. And I would finish the book in less than a week and I'm hoping to stretch it to 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhJYcbsydBs/Th8xVplWrAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IkdStqOQ09I/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B20.18.28.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhJYcbsydBs/Th8xVplWrAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IkdStqOQ09I/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B20.18.28.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629272307245952002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jodokus, for some reason, is less happy about me having lots of sparetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5125469769535397846?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5125469769535397846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-maaaade-aaaaa-woooorddddpreeeesssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5125469769535397846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5125469769535397846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-maaaade-aaaaa-woooorddddpreeeesssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns8ZyfIT6AQ/Th8s5lcpPLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kc19fL86TZA/s72-c/Photo%2Bby%2BEliot%2BLee%2BHazel-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3085858657088865494</id><published>2011-07-13T14:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:14:00.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXBGXsT5JVk/Th2Wz7PEXmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/OIr-WlDwdEM/s1600/3195_540.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXBGXsT5JVk/Th2Wz7PEXmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/OIr-WlDwdEM/s400/3195_540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628820928101375586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this fucking awesome Bear-sleeping bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBP0lxfQ5FA/Th2Wzv4h3AI/AAAAAAAAAyM/_RkJxwSBeuQ/s1600/4420667613_1b817d7f67_o.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBP0lxfQ5FA/Th2Wzv4h3AI/AAAAAAAAAyM/_RkJxwSBeuQ/s400/4420667613_1b817d7f67_o.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628820925054049282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of these pretty little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBh3SWCKh3w/Th2WzC1YTtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/FkY5bTr1PBY/s1600/a7305b96191de27e3211a1e68d04ceb1ab07189e_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBh3SWCKh3w/Th2WzC1YTtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/FkY5bTr1PBY/s400/a7305b96191de27e3211a1e68d04ceb1ab07189e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628820912961244882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a beautiful make-up table with mirror and little drawers and maybe also more dried flowers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_FWZufRAOrk/Th2WyzyJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NvRTygAUoWo/s1600/7_2_10_PamelaLoveJordan5655.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_FWZufRAOrk/Th2WyzyJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NvRTygAUoWo/s400/7_2_10_PamelaLoveJordan5655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628820908921184546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lovely cabinet like this one, to show off all of my stuff, without having to dust it off every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7Rv1584ANg/Th2WylFyPHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3-0fbXyCJ-E/s1600/7_2_10_PamelaLoveJordan5876.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-V7Rv1584ANg/Th2WylFyPHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3-0fbXyCJ-E/s400/7_2_10_PamelaLoveJordan5876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628820904976989298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;animal bones, preferably deer antlers! I love those.. and would be even more awesome if I'd find them myself someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOCE-bvOMeQ/Th2V-MXVM1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/5dq0dueOKUI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-13%2Bat%2B11.06.56.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOCE-bvOMeQ/Th2V-MXVM1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/5dq0dueOKUI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-13%2Bat%2B11.06.56.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628820004986499922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a (real) gold ring, maybe with a stone, or just a real simple one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9WeG4ZtHX8/Th2V9uY3aOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/J6kTofAOmUM/s1600/Yamaha-P85.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9WeG4ZtHX8/Th2V9uY3aOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/J6kTofAOmUM/s400/Yamaha-P85.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819996939872482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lightweight stagepiano so I can go to concerts by train and on my own! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bg1yyeRuHQ/Th2V9U7-b7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/u9qHbGCUye0/s1600/Image%2Band%2Bvideo%2Bhosting%2Bby%2BTinyPic.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bg1yyeRuHQ/Th2V9U7-b7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/u9qHbGCUye0/s400/Image%2Band%2Bvideo%2Bhosting%2Bby%2BTinyPic.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819990107811762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a treebranch painted white to hang my clothes on. omg I really really want this. Trying to persuade my father to head to the woods with me with a saw, is not really working just jet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Upf5lYqiMW4/Th2V8wMydFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/l393e8IzSSE/s1600/9505_03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Upf5lYqiMW4/Th2V8wMydFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/l393e8IzSSE/s400/9505_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819980246217810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awesome dinosaur bracelet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GR9xOglQdtc/Th2V8b8NZLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/MbZOC3XhlHs/s1600/tumblr_lfpl4qaOb91qgcy6yo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GR9xOglQdtc/Th2V8b8NZLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/MbZOC3XhlHs/s400/tumblr_lfpl4qaOb91qgcy6yo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819974807970994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something like this, but then as a chandelier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm2ZL7pOvM8/Th2Vkf0D5SI/AAAAAAAAAxE/L0XxOqRPp9E/s1600/R.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-Cm2ZL7pOvM8/Th2Vkf0D5SI/AAAAAAAAAxE/L0XxOqRPp9E/s400/R.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819563530675490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an anchor tattoo, but then also with a heart in the middle of it, it's my favorite sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I entered a contest at www.viceland.com , to win a tattoo, i've been thinking about one for so long now; if I win the contest it will happen. Too bad I never win stuff, but, well, I am trying to work the Secret: think it will happen, and it will happen. I AM SOOOO WINNING THE TATTOO CONTEST OMGGGGG I CAN ALREADY FEEL THE NEEDLE GOING THROUGH M SKIN! yes, capslock was needed for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXrzes-ltEA/Th2Vkfd0rTI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3a0Z-tigp8o/s1600/xgFl4QlOSmavkdbxn1m5mInxo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXrzes-ltEA/Th2Vkfd0rTI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3a0Z-tigp8o/s400/xgFl4QlOSmavkdbxn1m5mInxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819563437403442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a beautiful brocante double bed (and of course those glittery stockings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Is2icGnnDBM/Th2Vj9enGCI/AAAAAAAAAw0/z6JlkpR9gMk/s1600/tumblr_lf2h2jUcFp1qca0j8o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Is2icGnnDBM/Th2Vj9enGCI/AAAAAAAAAw0/z6JlkpR9gMk/s400/tumblr_lf2h2jUcFp1qca0j8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819554313902114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long hair, but I'm on my way and saving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymvqoVRis8I/Th2Vj6nSQJI/AAAAAAAAAws/Na51uIR760U/s1600/tumblr_lhe7x5G4K81qfydoyo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymvqoVRis8I/Th2Vj6nSQJI/AAAAAAAAAws/Na51uIR760U/s400/tumblr_lhe7x5G4K81qfydoyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819553544978578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a kitty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gvy4ffOrJY/Th2VjjB2LjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/V-tdjNU6e5w/s1600/tumblr_lgwzapmEZf1qzcwzbo1_250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gvy4ffOrJY/Th2VjjB2LjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/V-tdjNU6e5w/s400/tumblr_lgwzapmEZf1qzcwzbo1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819547213934130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this awesome bathing suit, or otherwise maybe a navy-ish bikini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3085858657088865494?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3085858657088865494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3085858657088865494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3085858657088865494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want.html' title='I want..'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXBGXsT5JVk/Th2Wz7PEXmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/OIr-WlDwdEM/s72-c/3195_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7305280127391771220</id><published>2011-07-13T10:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:36:58.471+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6w96VgZxXWI/Th1XYhywi1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/xyy5ad1irY4/s1600/PATTERNITY_LAYERWAVE_AITKENJOLLY.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-6w96VgZxXWI/Th1XYhywi1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/xyy5ad1irY4/s400/PATTERNITY_LAYERWAVE_AITKENJOLLY.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628751188182731602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What an awesome sweater&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq69jKdjHE0/Th1XYTo3tYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/rlvQNjhL3Ig/s1600/emma-watson-stijlicoon-nsmbl5.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mq69jKdjHE0/Th1XYTo3tYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/rlvQNjhL3Ig/s400/emma-watson-stijlicoon-nsmbl5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628751184383161730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emma Watson's awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJR10zf7j0Y/Th1XYJlijHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/XOMo-CxvNek/s1600/cool-kid.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJR10zf7j0Y/Th1XYJlijHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/XOMo-CxvNek/s400/cool-kid.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628751181684837490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably German&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvvDQg8wq6I/Th1XYMhOU8I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Nt8PuCr-bNs/s1600/33663.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvvDQg8wq6I/Th1XYMhOU8I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Nt8PuCr-bNs/s400/33663.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628751182472041410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrNY3iHQzTQ/Th1XXy7tYxI/AAAAAAAAAv8/kNPMkRmH6_g/s1600/30561.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrNY3iHQzTQ/Th1XXy7tYxI/AAAAAAAAAv8/kNPMkRmH6_g/s400/30561.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628751175603806994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady Godiva is awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mES3SIr5V0A/Th1W9Yx0eBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FCf80VDEiKo/s1600/5913113476_a4b5c44f74_o.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mES3SIr5V0A/Th1W9Yx0eBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FCf80VDEiKo/s400/5913113476_a4b5c44f74_o.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750721906407442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia Farrow and her awesome haircut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ahcTBZT5r8/Th1W85a_ttI/AAAAAAAAAvs/W4ngtslONvA/s1600/5913115080_177751fc1b_b.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ahcTBZT5r8/Th1W85a_ttI/AAAAAAAAAvs/W4ngtslONvA/s400/5913115080_177751fc1b_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750713489176274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-jni0VWSEw/Th1W8e9A4gI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fGRTuvUGGQU/s1600/6611125444.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-jni0VWSEw/Th1W8e9A4gI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fGRTuvUGGQU/s400/6611125444.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750706384101890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zHOuhn4ioc/Th1W8CCJ7II/AAAAAAAAAvc/EbpsXmFFfAg/s1600/6990409147.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zHOuhn4ioc/Th1W8CCJ7II/AAAAAAAAAvc/EbpsXmFFfAg/s400/6990409147.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750698621037698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi &amp;lt;3 Spencer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-N66uvEks0/Th1W74IxIuI/AAAAAAAAAvU/XB0sQixgXa0/s1600/7293168630.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-N66uvEks0/Th1W74IxIuI/AAAAAAAAAvU/XB0sQixgXa0/s400/7293168630.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750695964418786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXE_PcYApZE/Th1Wd_zoVkI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lOZjgxL_ipo/s1600/Afbeelding-48.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXE_PcYApZE/Th1Wd_zoVkI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lOZjgxL_ipo/s400/Afbeelding-48.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750182627169858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bodypaint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDGG9PFgs6c/Th1WdgtByVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/x5k2FtptQrY/s1600/familyvacations.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDGG9PFgs6c/Th1WdgtByVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/x5k2FtptQrY/s400/familyvacations.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750174277978450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;postsecret.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJZpzkAfpnQ/Th1WddLa1NI/AAAAAAAAAu8/HLe_HTHV3-M/s1600/www.flickr.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJZpzkAfpnQ/Th1WddLa1NI/AAAAAAAAAu8/HLe_HTHV3-M/s400/www.flickr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750173331707090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11c_m3DnHqg/Th1WdGbTn8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/xOdLvOA7zcs/s1600/total-girl.tumblr.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11c_m3DnHqg/Th1WdGbTn8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/xOdLvOA7zcs/s400/total-girl.tumblr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750167224328130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tasty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEL0dDRIXjY/Th1WdC4C5GI/AAAAAAAAAus/_O4LGI2xcDs/s1600/www.bestweekever.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEL0dDRIXjY/Th1WdC4C5GI/AAAAAAAAAus/_O4LGI2xcDs/s400/www.bestweekever.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628750166271124578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From &lt;a href="http://mollysoda.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thestylerookie.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nsmbl.nl"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/3976535031539950207-7305280127391771220?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7305280127391771220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-awesome-sweater-emma-watsons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7305280127391771220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7305280127391771220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-awesome-sweater-emma-watsons.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6w96VgZxXWI/Th1XYhywi1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/xyy5ad1irY4/s72-c/PATTERNITY_LAYERWAVE_AITKENJOLLY.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5968531515390878145</id><published>2011-07-11T18:58:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:29:48.812+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fish and Birds and a sad wise old Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEG1OTbj_k/ThssPW-SUlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ya1AAJCCKuQ/s1600/4420667613_1b817d7f67_o.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEG1OTbj_k/ThssPW-SUlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ya1AAJCCKuQ/s400/4420667613_1b817d7f67_o.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628140801706054226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new wallpaper.. wow I am in love with it :) Found it on &lt;a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;this new blog&lt;/a&gt; I am also in love with! Too bad I already browsed through all the blogsposts.. what a cute and happy person she seems! The funny photo's with remarks.. yeah it's nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I wrote it here before? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fish and birds may fall in love, but where will they build their nest?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard it in a movie once, and I thought it was such a nice and beautiful sentence/metaphor. I knew I would haaaave to use it for a song one day! And since I've holiday and allllll... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a meeting in the woods tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the locals will be there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the Hedgehogs, wise Owl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;miss Bunny, and sir Bear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'cause Owl said:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Something's happening, it's happened before!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owoho"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Where is bird?! and, where is fish?! We need to talk," Owl said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We need to talk about this!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bird flew in and then Fish popped his head out of the water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Owl said:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Something's happening, it's happened before!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owoho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cause fish and birds may fall in love, but where will they build their nests?&lt;br /&gt;In the water where the bird will always feel like a guest?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why would we talk about that?" Fish said&lt;br /&gt;"We're just two young souls, being in love&lt;br /&gt;What's happened to make you question this all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where's your trust?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Owl said:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well something's happened, it will happen again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you thought this through?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause fish and birds may fall in love, but where will they rest their heads?&lt;br /&gt;In a tree where the fish will take his very last breath?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have some faith! You sweet silly Owl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you know!" Bird sang "That love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's our destiny to be together, even though," Bird sang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If it's not forever"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sure! Something's happened, Owl, somethings always will!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owoho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fish and birds may fall in love, you ask where will they build their nest?&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about, on the shoreline where the tide will take care of the rest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the shoreline where the tide will take care of the rest"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't it feel a bit like a fairytale? I just get images of this magical forest, with this scared and sweet protective old Owl, and a beautiful bird (maybe a nightingale?) and a very masculine fish with an "I love mum" tattoo on his shiney scaley chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me hiding behind some tree of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping to record Lady by the River this week, though I'll be gone on friday (going to the Amsterdam Fashion Week to see my &lt;a href="http://www.charlottekan.com/"&gt;awesome sister&lt;/a&gt; ), and thursday (going to the Navy base in Holland to see my other sister for the first time in more than 10 weeks! She was saaaailing, she was saaaaailing) (Rod Stewart) and am.. well tomorrow I'll also probably be out of the house (going to see my other sister in Groningen!). But time is not really the problem.. it's more that.. wellllll... I can't put my laptop on the piano; it's just beneath some wooden plank, which has also stuff on it so that's also not an option. And the piano has no wheels! 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width: 365px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RoofvTXSdjM/ThszNVxkMzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CYQoIqX4WmU/s1600/Photo%2Bby%2BCorey%2BArnold-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RoofvTXSdjM/ThszNVxkMzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CYQoIqX4WmU/s400/Photo%2Bby%2BCorey%2BArnold-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628148463605920562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.thirtythr33.de/index.phtml?area=60"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nsmbl.nl/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://feaverishphotography.com/blog/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5968531515390878145?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5968531515390878145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/fish-and-birds-and-sad-wise-old-owl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5968531515390878145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5968531515390878145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/fish-and-birds-and-sad-wise-old-owl.html' title='Fish and Birds and a sad wise old Owl'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEG1OTbj_k/ThssPW-SUlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ya1AAJCCKuQ/s72-c/4420667613_1b817d7f67_o.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4119738288967252091</id><published>2011-07-08T22:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:47:06.645+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Mostly Harmless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPVC6xMIKSY/ThdpbGczCDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/9syh9VdQYYQ/s1600/IMG1257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPVC6xMIKSY/ThdpbGczCDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/9syh9VdQYYQ/s400/IMG1257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627082173731506226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing the title I remind myself I should've taken my Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy to Friesland.. I should fucking finish it for once! Never got to the final end.. But today I ordered the 5th part of Jean M. Auels 'Earth Children'. I tried to find it in a bookstore, but they only had it in Dutch, and, you know, that's just not how I roll. But bol.com had it, yay! They also had a 95,80 euro version of the book, which made me wonder why on earth somebody would buy a book like that so expensive. But then I though, well, some people just have money to spend. Though, even though I'd have such a shitload of moneyz I'd probably still not buy that book so expensive. Maybe some other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I already finished Angels (Marian Keyes, it's just like the Earth Childrens, horrible women literature. And because of that, sooo nice to read) but after that one I think I'd better buy me some Haruki Murakami again. And Catcher in the Rye, and maybe The Eyre Effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo going book crazy again! While I actually only wanted to write about how busy I am doing nothing! :) A bit of tv, bit of cycling, swimming, reading, facebooking and tidying the house (because we're gonna have a huge garage sale in a few weeks, throwing away lots of stuff since the house is being sold and needs to be rid of all the shizzle) and working! But I'll start that the last week of July. Had my first hours today.. it's at the swimmingpool my dad works (I am too much of an gobshited chicken to get work like normal other people do). It was nice, I guess, yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to some Top Gear and then ooompfff sleeeeeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4119738288967252091?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4119738288967252091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/mostly-harmless.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4119738288967252091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4119738288967252091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/07/mostly-harmless.html' title='Mostly Harmless'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPVC6xMIKSY/ThdpbGczCDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/9syh9VdQYYQ/s72-c/IMG1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8769639161744639027</id><published>2011-06-30T11:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:41:39.651+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>WOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kie73d2NemM/TgxEeQ46C2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/wLjpKq2kuak/s1600/c71f53b6b129ef7c3d5063564ab2257e36670925.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kie73d2NemM/TgxEeQ46C2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/wLjpKq2kuak/s400/c71f53b6b129ef7c3d5063564ab2257e36670925.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623945321399323490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like dolphins, they kill sharks, with their noses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy post! I yesterday we got the last result back, it was of solfège, the.. well.. yeah, the most difficult class we have. And like I explained a while back, you have to get at least 50% of every question right.. and I did!!! I PASSED the test in 1 try! Soooooooooo happy :D even when I think of how I came out of the test, I'd made a mistake so fucking stupid I smacked myself in the head for being so angry with myself.. the idea of not passing because I make one dumb fucking mistake.. but I think he saw I actually knew it, but just had some weird brainfuck while writing the answer down. I FUCKING PASSED EVERY TEST! oh wait, international capslock day was 2 days ago.. ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this should mean I got my P (if you get all the points you need for your first year, we call that a P, it's very important you get that in the 1st or 2nd year, otherwise they kick you out) in 1 year! Last year this one happened with 3 people of the whole year or something.. and they won a 100€ photoshoot! I'm a bit like.. well.. I already have the wonderful &lt;a href="http://rosaliedeweerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rosa&lt;/a&gt; for my pictures, but well, it's also pretty cool of course. Don't know if they'll do it again this year though.. it seems that more people got it at once this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of all my homies :) Oeh and, Wednesday night I had a sleepover, at first I just asked Tineke, Miranda and Mijke, but we ended up with also Jurriaan, Jogchum and Niko :) It was really cool, had a great time doing awesome games like "who am I?" and "the mob" .. which is about.. someone is the mob and the mob kills someone every night, and you have to vote who the mob could be.. and .. well, it's just really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should do sleepovers more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and, then yesterday Jurriaan and I went to school to make some music, he plays cello! And we tried some songs with cello.. Atheism, Chitty.. and then when I started playing Mushrooms.. is was just like, wow.. cool! He played such beautiful stuff and it's just the perfect addition!! Can't wait to try it again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pffff but first.. coffee.. we're going out for dinner tonight with most of the year, and afterwards we have 4 birthdays (that passed already) to celebrate, and also of course the end of the year! So this should be one heck of a party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8769639161744639027?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8769639161744639027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/wooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8769639161744639027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8769639161744639027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/wooo.html' title='WOOO!'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kie73d2NemM/TgxEeQ46C2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/wLjpKq2kuak/s72-c/c71f53b6b129ef7c3d5063564ab2257e36670925.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5927019868664849395</id><published>2011-06-22T13:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:28:27.846+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>I kept my eyes shut for such a very long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3baxxUkN8E/TgHPoZmLAyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vFxMs2TjiYw/s1600/Scott-Hotaling-photo-3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3baxxUkN8E/TgHPoZmLAyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vFxMs2TjiYw/s400/Scott-Hotaling-photo-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621002102907798306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is bandlab night! All my schoolhomies will be playing in Atak in Enschede (20:30). ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, this morning I got up, and thought.. wow.. bandlab.. then it's already 6 months ago.. a half a year.. that Marco and I broke up. Not precisely, but symbolically at least (it was.. the 25th of november, and now it's june 22).. so that's really weird.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I'll be singing The Sharks tonight; the song I wrote about zhe breakap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to it, it's gonna be a nice night I think.. if not while playing, then afterwards, we're gonna throw a party like only the partiest parties are thrown!.. Ahm.. well, we'll just go to Molly's and all be veeeery happy and relieved it's FINALLY done. Though of course we also really liked, or I did atleast, playing in the band! My band has such nice people, and I just think they're awesome :) and then I also mean in playing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the curious, we'll be playing these songs:&lt;br /&gt;Eryka Badu- Stay http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryLzh5Wfu7w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beth Hart - Monkey Back http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koqGZQxxqsY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tower of Power - What is hip http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnUFVyt1dHQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sharks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sI5fVfMMoM&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porcupine Tree - Halo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoyli2D4i58&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohh well, better do some h&amp;amp;m faire du shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5927019868664849395?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5927019868664849395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-kept-my-eyes-shut-for-such-very-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5927019868664849395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5927019868664849395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-kept-my-eyes-shut-for-such-very-long.html' title='I kept my eyes shut for such a very long time'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3baxxUkN8E/TgHPoZmLAyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vFxMs2TjiYw/s72-c/Scott-Hotaling-photo-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-93612067336683152</id><published>2011-06-21T08:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:44:49.178+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>You seem to be okay with the fact you have a heart of ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arBKM31-0LI/TgA8Q4J_jLI/AAAAAAAAAss/p5bbL6BJ2sU/s1600/fishbraid.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arBKM31-0LI/TgA8Q4J_jLI/AAAAAAAAAss/p5bbL6BJ2sU/s400/fishbraid.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620558595608251570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by www.ulicam.blogspot.com again&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, quick post since I actually have to go to school in about 5 minutes and I smell like rotten orangejuice from my mouth. But this is just gonna be one of those "huuhuuhuhuu I found out something funny huuuhuuuhuhuhuh" which then probably is only funny to me but that's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was thinking about a new song, just randomly, and I thought it to be nice if maybe I would do something about someone having a heart of ice and not being able to warm up to anybody, and that the person itself maybe thinking it's cool having a heart of ice (and other stupid puns like that, I just love stuffing my songs with them, or at least think of lots when I'm just singing random stuff trying to think of new stuff)(I always have terrible fun, well not always, when I'm making up new stuff just by singing things that come to mind, cause I usually always end up with stuff like "yeaahh and then I kill you because you ate the kitten" or "and I looove you soooo much that I want to dieeeee if you are not with me anymoooore" or a combination of the two) oh, yes, wandering again. Where was I? Oh yes, "you probably think it's cool you have a heart of ice" and when I sang that out loud (because I sing everything I think then) it sounded like "you probably think it's cool you have a hard device" hihihi huhuhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then err...... of to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plur, (peace love understanding and REZPEKT!)(ya'll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-93612067336683152?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/93612067336683152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-seem-to-be-okay-with-fact-you-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/93612067336683152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/93612067336683152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-seem-to-be-okay-with-fact-you-have.html' title='You seem to be okay with the fact you have a heart of ice'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arBKM31-0LI/TgA8Q4J_jLI/AAAAAAAAAss/p5bbL6BJ2sU/s72-c/fishbraid.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-944395556236384138</id><published>2011-06-19T15:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:03:09.468+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>You're as COOOOLD as iiiiiice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0H9OYd02SA/Tf347n-80zI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tPE7OBRtBto/s1600/20110603404.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0H9OYd02SA/Tf347n-80zI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tPE7OBRtBto/s400/20110603404.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619921613257233202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paperdress via inewidea.com a flippin' nice site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I have sooo many ideas to write songs about! I want to write a song about inmates in an old westen county jail, with horses running free just outside the walls, I want to write a song about an impossible love, a song about a man on the moon (which I'm trying to finish atm, or well, when I have the time and a real piano) and a song about my baby sister. I was actually part of a twin, but my sister died when she was a few weeks old.. the weird thing is that I miss her, sometimes more than other times, but in the end I always miss her. Which feels so weird, since I never got to know her, since she's never been born.. When I was little I always 'played' with her, or went searching for her in the neighborhood (or at least this is what my mom tells me), I remember making a drawing for her though :-) Wooo epic demon burn!! Charmed is on the telleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, back to.. ahm.. school, and Charmed. But it's the last season so it's less cool then the older seasons, with that blond chick as sister from ahm.. Big Bang Theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow solfege, and then bandlab (wooo) and am.. yes, notationlab :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAAAOOUUUSOSSSS x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-944395556236384138?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/944395556236384138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-as-coooold-as-iiiiiice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/944395556236384138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/944395556236384138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-as-coooold-as-iiiiiice.html' title='You&apos;re as COOOOLD as iiiiiice'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0H9OYd02SA/Tf347n-80zI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tPE7OBRtBto/s72-c/20110603404.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7941110135777456765</id><published>2011-06-18T10:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:54:06.799+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Lift up your skirt we wanna see you dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Jvm0WTn2gQ/TfxebUpkO6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vWum3fLsNT4/s1600/bwflower.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Jvm0WTn2gQ/TfxebUpkO6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vWum3fLsNT4/s400/bwflower.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619470258544065442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by http://ulicam.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow that was one busy, stressful, almost killing week. Seriously, at one point I was so tired I could hardly keep myself from crying - over nothing- all the time. Just because of the shitload of things I still had to do, and the little time I had, and because I was so damn tired. But I got a flippin' 8,5 for my songwriting! Passed my theory with an 8, my vocaltechniques with an 8,8, and my klank &amp;amp; stijl (sound and style :-B) with an 8!! (Sorry to all the people who were at school yesterday and had to hear me say over and over that I probably didn't pass it because it went sooo bad) (I was 1 of the 7 who passed it, and also with 1 of the 3 who had an 8.. I'm so embarrassed now about how I kept saying it went so bad.. but that's the stupid thing: I always absolutely sincerely think it went band and wrong and hell and doom, apparently I just can't judge that AT ALL. So now I made myself a promise I will not talk about how it went, if someone asks I'll just say "yeah I don't know" and moooove on).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm desperately waiting for my AML (music theory and harmony) grade.. How it went? Yeah I don't know.. ;) nah well, it actually went kind of well! But because last time I thought it went bad and then I got  9,1 (see! geezzzzzz Anne-Fleur!) now because I thought it went well.. I'm afraid it'll probably be not such a good grade. God my English is terrible.. I sound keep my sentences shorter because otherwise it starts to jumble and bumble and then it's all weird and crap. The same happens in Dutch though, when I want to put too much in 1 sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaahmmm oh yes, well, now it's WEEEKEND and I kind of celebrated the end of the week with some faire du shopping yesterday, bought 2 dresses, a shirt, shorts, new shoes and a bag. (Hey I found 20 euros)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm watching Dunya &amp;amp; Desi, a really cool Dutch movie. And I already did some solfege, which I have on monday! AAARRRRRRHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! It's the one I'm reeeeeeally not looking forward to.. you have to get at least 50% of EVERY question. So you could have an 8, without having passed the test. Some things are okay, but some parts are also really hard.. like when he gives you one 1 note and plays it, and then he okays 2 chords, and you have to say which chords he is playing, by hearing which note the one he gave is in the chord.. ahm.. well.. anyway. It's hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then friday the last test! Notationlab!.. I think that should be okay.. but it's also lots of work, in little time.. and if you don't pay attention it's easy to make sloppy mistakes. And ahm.. I made all the homework we got, but I never checked the answers.. so.. yeah. Maybe I should do that still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll be singing and doing backings for 2 more tentams.. and then that's done too :) and then ooonhhh noo yes coming week we also have BANDLAB! I'm soooo excited for that :D and Sarah, Rosa and my dad are (probably?) coming! So cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, geez enough jibber jabber and blaaaablablablablabalbalbabala for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ding transmission says, The Social Network has arrived. has anyone seen it? was it nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7941110135777456765?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7941110135777456765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/lift-up-your-skirt-we-wanna-see-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7941110135777456765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7941110135777456765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/lift-up-your-skirt-we-wanna-see-you.html' title='Lift up your skirt we wanna see you dance'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Jvm0WTn2gQ/TfxebUpkO6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vWum3fLsNT4/s72-c/bwflower.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4229485441223515221</id><published>2011-06-14T23:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:46:35.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>Dang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlBwA75ge-U/TffV1KY6mhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zSpGEVXW8nU/s1600/carmen-nacher-flickr-via-noitillifem.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlBwA75ge-U/TffV1KY6mhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zSpGEVXW8nU/s400/carmen-nacher-flickr-via-noitillifem.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618194169466624530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaahhhh school is sooo busy and it's only the first day of this week!.. I'm sooo exhausted already. Have to print something for a classmate, 'cause of course; when you have a deadline in the morning, the ink runs out. I'll be doing backings by her 2 songs on her exam tomorrow. I'm curious about how I'll feel .. if I'll be nervous too.. will be a bit weird since she has the same songwriting teacher as I do.. he already told her he'd kick my ass if I'd do something wrong haha :) I'll just do my bestest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that one other exam; one song. Then I'll be going home, finish my portfolio, print my own sheets and new stuff.. put them in my portfolio.... practice my songs one last time.. do some sight reading.....Yeah, it'll probably be something like that. And with lots of chocolate and coffee and/or cola in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, printer is done, I'm off to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x Flo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4229485441223515221?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4229485441223515221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/dang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4229485441223515221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4229485441223515221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/dang.html' title='Dang'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlBwA75ge-U/TffV1KY6mhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zSpGEVXW8nU/s72-c/carmen-nacher-flickr-via-noitillifem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7482990838551294457</id><published>2011-06-10T09:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:45:00.274+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Give me a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8WiJkfto0/TfHJ1CvO84I/AAAAAAAAAsM/IxDw1L7eaWc/s1600/Photobucket-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8WiJkfto0/TfHJ1CvO84I/AAAAAAAAAsM/IxDw1L7eaWc/s400/Photobucket-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616492123412951938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I need to brag a little about myself! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my piano exam! YAY! Not brilliantly, but a 7,8 will do. At least I got every part, so I don't have to redo any of it. Woop woop!&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, I woke up 6:20.. don't know why.. I was in bed at about 1 o'clock.. I got out an hour later, and then I recorded a demo for my songwriting exam! Now I only have to record the vocals of the last song.. which is also a recording I made for music production (2 birds 1 stone gimme some yea!). And then I'll have that done too..&lt;br /&gt;Pophistory I already finished.. I'll email it later on (omg Regina on a tv commercial :D too bad it's the stupid bueno, but still omg yay :)) aaaand I already made all my sheets! (With the melodylines, which is fucking shitty work) And all the chords analyses, and the scale analyses.. And ahm.. well that's it I guess. But I was just kind of content about that and had to brag a little :) Now I can go party as if it were my birthday this weekend, without getting even a bit drunk of course, because I need to keep my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go have my well-earned breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend, &lt;br /&gt;Flo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. beautiful photo is by http://ponygraph.blogspot.com/ well worth checking out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7482990838551294457?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7482990838551294457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-me-minute.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7482990838551294457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7482990838551294457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-me-minute.html' title='Give me a minute'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD8WiJkfto0/TfHJ1CvO84I/AAAAAAAAAsM/IxDw1L7eaWc/s72-c/Photobucket-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1475760864962213370</id><published>2011-06-07T07:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:10:23.729+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>NIGHTMAAAAARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofG8wa1AzrU/Te29WrNcnkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/t-Pote_vnXU/s1600/tumblr_lgmwsvmrRg1qane6qo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofG8wa1AzrU/Te29WrNcnkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/t-Pote_vnXU/s400/tumblr_lgmwsvmrRg1qane6qo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615352507654774338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blaahhrr I had a nightmare about my songwritingexam! I was in a room, and there where people, normally there's only 4 teachers, but now there were other people, so that was bad enough. But then my piano player wasn't there, and the people who were to grade me also weren't there! So in the end I started crying and told everybody I wasn't going to play it. That they would have to rescedule, and so they did, and I could do my exam and hour or so later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then my pianoman was there! But he also brought a whole band, and I thought 'um.. well.. if they know the song, cool!' and the audience was also there, but then the microphone started singing around and I had to keep it at the height of my forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I found out the teachers STILL weren't there!.. and Then I was like 'hell! let's fucking play the damn song!" so then the band started and I was thinking "WHICH KEY WHICH KEY I START IN??!!!!" but the played already and then I just sang what I thought was. And the pianist played something weird, and then he got it, but the whole band was playing something else! They'd made an uptempo bluegrass song out of my Lady by the River bluesy-ballad (for goooodddsssss sake), which was because, and the drummer explained it by yelling it very hard while they were still playing the song; "Yeahhh honey! sorry but your song kind of sucked so we had to make SOMEthing out of it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I made them stop, so they stopped, and I freaked out and told the technician I wanted to sing it with my backingtrack, but when I did there was vocals on that backingtrack too, so I was dubbing a song.. and then I couldn't even remember the lyrics.. so then I started crying and told everybody to go fuck themselves and I ran out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was crying and crying and crying, and then I realized it was a dream so I woke up, except, I didn't actually wake up.. but the rest of the dream wasn't as bad.. I think.. I can't remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, pfoo.. I'ma eat another peanut butter sandwich, and then I'll get dressed and head off to school for band practice for my exam :) (The Sharks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao's x have a nice day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1475760864962213370?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1475760864962213370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/nightmaaaaare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1475760864962213370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1475760864962213370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/nightmaaaaare.html' title='NIGHTMAAAAARE'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofG8wa1AzrU/Te29WrNcnkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/t-Pote_vnXU/s72-c/tumblr_lgmwsvmrRg1qane6qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-2522630883505225305</id><published>2011-06-05T11:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T11:29:18.385+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Like a bridge over troubled water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJglS5j4Iuk/TetLNd40DnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Fz75ciw4EKw/s1600/%25250ALet%2Bme%2Bknow%2Bthe%2Bway%2BBefore%2Bthere%25E2%2580%2599s%2Bhell%2Bto%2Bpay%2BGive%2Bme%2Broom%2Bto%2Blay%2Bthe%2Blaw%2Band%2Blet%2Bme%2Bgo%2BI%25E2%2580%2599ve%2Bgot%2Bto%2Bmake%2Ba%2Bplay%2BTo%2Bmake%2Bmy%2Blover%2Bstay%2BSo%2Bwhat%2Bwould%2Ban%2Bangel%2Bsay%252C%2Bthe%2Bdevil%2Bwants%2Bto%2Bknow%2B%25250A.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJglS5j4Iuk/TetLNd40DnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Fz75ciw4EKw/s400/%25250ALet%2Bme%2Bknow%2Bthe%2Bway%2BBefore%2Bthere%25E2%2580%2599s%2Bhell%2Bto%2Bpay%2BGive%2Bme%2Broom%2Bto%2Blay%2Bthe%2Blaw%2Band%2Blet%2Bme%2Bgo%2BI%25E2%2580%2599ve%2Bgot%2Bto%2Bmake%2Ba%2Bplay%2BTo%2Bmake%2Bmy%2Blover%2Bstay%2BSo%2Bwhat%2Bwould%2Ban%2Bangel%2Bsay%252C%2Bthe%2Bdevil%2Bwants%2Bto%2Bknow%2B%25250A.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614664055180758642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FdkTXkCJRc/TetGorzf8YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/D_fX6dhRfrU/s1600/tumblr_kua2lzZtjS1qz9qooo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FdkTXkCJRc/TetGorzf8YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/D_fX6dhRfrU/s400/tumblr_kua2lzZtjS1qz9qooo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614659025214894466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FdkTXkCJRc/TetGorzf8YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/D_fX6dhRfrU/s1600/tumblr_kua2lzZtjS1qz9qooo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhh she is such a beautiful woman. And that voice! And those songs! I just looove Fione Apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading about her on wikipedia, since I'm writing a paper for Popmusic history about the 3 amazing women who actually are the reason why I started writing and playing piano (Amanda Palmer, Regina Spektor (!!!) and Fiona Apple). And I read she'd done a cover of Bridge over Troubled water with Johnny (fucking) Cash! How fucking awesome is that.. 2 of my most favorite songwriters, doing a really beautiful song. I like the original better, but still. So.. of course I haaaaad to write a blog about that. And, because, of course, otherwise it might be 2 weeks again before I post something new again :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcaOLPi6CWk?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcaOLPi6CWk?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whaddayathink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going on with my paper.. I've been spending the last 45 minutes trying to find a beautiful picture of Fiona Apple so that's kind of my 'being useless while trying to NOT to any school work' of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-2522630883505225305?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/2522630883505225305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-bridge-over-troubled-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2522630883505225305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2522630883505225305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-bridge-over-troubled-water.html' title='Like a bridge over troubled water'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJglS5j4Iuk/TetLNd40DnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Fz75ciw4EKw/s72-c/%25250ALet%2Bme%2Bknow%2Bthe%2Bway%2BBefore%2Bthere%25E2%2580%2599s%2Bhell%2Bto%2Bpay%2BGive%2Bme%2Broom%2Bto%2Blay%2Bthe%2Blaw%2Band%2Blet%2Bme%2Bgo%2BI%25E2%2580%2599ve%2Bgot%2Bto%2Bmake%2Ba%2Bplay%2BTo%2Bmake%2Bmy%2Blover%2Bstay%2BSo%2Bwhat%2Bwould%2Ban%2Bangel%2Bsay%252C%2Bthe%2Bdevil%2Bwants%2Bto%2Bknow%2B%25250A.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3521602366086877339</id><published>2011-06-02T22:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:33:13.515+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>One hundred years of solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Di79OB1kpp4/Tefv7CBlX5I/AAAAAAAAArk/SYeFSXu7quc/s1600/Photobucket.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Di79OB1kpp4/Tefv7CBlX5I/AAAAAAAAArk/SYeFSXu7quc/s400/Photobucket.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613719257975447442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while!.. Pff.. it's not that I haven't had the time.. well, I aaam busy, but.. just busy enough to not have an opinion on anything other than school and my exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week (Wednesday) I have my first exam.. pianolab. We have to play Gavin Degraw - Follow Through, Lionel Richie - Hello, Cindy Lauper - True Colours, R. Kelly - I believe I can fly.. and oh.. ahm.. Marco Borsato ft... someone - Wat zou je doen .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhrr and if that's not (difficult) enough.. we also have to  re-harmonize every song.. change the chords in other chords, different kinds of chords.. and well, some songs are just difficult to play anyway. I think I speak for all of the 1st year (except maybe 3 or 4 people) when I say this class is a pain in the ass. I mean, it's also nice! To play this much piano again.. but crappy songs... and that it's for a grade.. it just makes it less fun.. everything now depends on: will I get an sufficient on every song? puhleeeeaaasseeaaahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week after next week, all hell breaks loose: AML, notationlab.. and scariest: my songwriting exam.. Actually I am not scared about getting sufficient, well maybe a bit for the theoretic part, but not for my songs. I am so happy with the songs (especially The Sharks and Lady by the River) I wrote this semester! And I know my songwriting and singing 'teachers' also like the songs. So now the thing to get a real nice grade is to just fucking nail the performance during my exam, to not make any mistakes and to just perform the songs like they should be performed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still gghaahwhwwwww getting nervous only thinking about it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we have.. klank&amp;amp;stijlontwikkeling (sound &amp;amp; style development), vocaltechniques, solfege (aaahhhhhhh hh hhhhh this is also so hard!) ahm and.. I think that's it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damnit... then that's the end of my first year! I really can't believe how fast this went.. even with the break up and all.. the year flew by! Okay I'm not there yet.. don't .. blablabla while you haven't even blablabla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we still have our bandlab concert JUNE 22. Enschede. ATAK popcafé. Starts at.. I think about 21.00. So .. you know.. be there and bring your merry mates. It's fahree and we'll also play Halo by Porcupine Tree and some other cool songs and dus The Sharks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wellllll.. I think I'll go brush my teeth.. and lie in bed with my book (which is One hundred years of solitude atm). Today I picked some forget me nots (last year, when my sweet little Sjors died, I buried her in the garden and put all sorts of flowers on her grave; also some forget me nots.. and now they're everywhere in my moms garden! isn't that great :)) and I put them in my book, because I always love those dried up flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then when I went to take a look later on (I am a really impatient person sometimes) I saw those green plant lice in my book!!! ieeeeeee gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, well, if you want gold you'll have to dig through the dirt. Or another something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3521602366086877339?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3521602366086877339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-hundred-years-of-solitude.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3521602366086877339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3521602366086877339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-hundred-years-of-solitude.html' title='One hundred years of solitude'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Di79OB1kpp4/Tefv7CBlX5I/AAAAAAAAArk/SYeFSXu7quc/s72-c/Photobucket.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3768051156220925753</id><published>2011-05-23T22:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:42:07.771+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Anotha blag fosho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFch6XX4ORI/TdrFg1USRrI/AAAAAAAAArc/hgIxPYm9j3A/s1600/tumblr_lhbdu5fSQ21qfrtud.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFch6XX4ORI/TdrFg1USRrI/AAAAAAAAArc/hgIxPYm9j3A/s400/tumblr_lhbdu5fSQ21qfrtud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610013453702022834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Zd-gvK5xug/TdrFgAoIS4I/AAAAAAAAArU/ceTRaBQxHTU/s1600/tumblr_kuh2irg8KJ1qza6uyo1_400_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Zd-gvK5xug/TdrFgAoIS4I/AAAAAAAAArU/ceTRaBQxHTU/s400/tumblr_kuh2irg8KJ1qza6uyo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610013439558175618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nySIjvQtsrA/TdrFe6tTjnI/AAAAAAAAArE/jN4kalYkHWc/s1600/aa75360de365d62cb12fe0e45b91f74f268888bb_m.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nySIjvQtsrA/TdrFe6tTjnI/AAAAAAAAArE/jN4kalYkHWc/s400/aa75360de365d62cb12fe0e45b91f74f268888bb_m.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610013420789403250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPzNL18sywo/TdrFeDijxaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/k9miOOik6r8/s1600/tumblr_lflp73O6591qd6t8yo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPzNL18sywo/TdrFeDijxaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/k9miOOik6r8/s400/tumblr_lflp73O6591qd6t8yo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610013405980378530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZLlvxpqWy8/TdrFflR7YzI/AAAAAAAAArM/UPo-sE8MNqk/s1600/lauren_ward_tiger2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZLlvxpqWy8/TdrFflR7YzI/AAAAAAAAArM/UPo-sE8MNqk/s400/lauren_ward_tiger2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610013432217297714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because today I thought, when I was in the shower, that I had such long hair! And now, it's not even passed my shoulders.. it's on them.. but still. Finally it's a bit a bit a biiiiiiiit.. and I haven't even had the 'aaaahh I want to cut it!' again/yet. It will come, most probably. But still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when I ever have that burning urge to cut my hair, I will just think to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyl5DlrsU90?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyl5DlrsU90?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3768051156220925753?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3768051156220925753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/anotha-blag-fosho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3768051156220925753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3768051156220925753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/anotha-blag-fosho.html' title='Anotha blag fosho'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFch6XX4ORI/TdrFg1USRrI/AAAAAAAAArc/hgIxPYm9j3A/s72-c/tumblr_lhbdu5fSQ21qfrtud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5787753812492863270</id><published>2011-05-23T10:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:18:25.657+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What's that sound?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brightestyoungthings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/soko.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.brightestyoungthings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/soko.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the sound of my new instrument! A melodica :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted one for a long time now, but good ones are about.. 30/40 euro's at their cheapest.. and being a poor student I, of course, don't really have such an amount of money to spare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this weekend I went to some fleamarkets and there was a Hohner, 32 keys, sounding nice, 10 euro's! My dad bought it as an early birthday present :-) I am so happy with it!&lt;br /&gt;Tried something this morning.. I want to do more with my loopstation so maybe something cool will come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To refresh your mind: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQDtf5Imh7A&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Johnny Cash cover with uku and melodica. It's a bit.. weird, but still nice to listen to, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfoo I had a nice weekend! Thursday my friend Tineke gave a party, which was awesome and I spent most hours dancing and others yelling I was an atze. Went home at 7:30 in the morning so it was a good party. Then saturday I had a party in Groningen, which was also really awesome! We played a kick-ass card game which I'll teach the people at school and hopefully it'll make 'em all addicted. Still really tired though.. so, off the the shower and then off to skool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace love understanding and rezpekt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5787753812492863270?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5787753812492863270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-that-sound.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5787753812492863270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5787753812492863270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-that-sound.html' title='What&apos;s that sound?'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1271975440996359592</id><published>2011-05-18T09:58:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:10:57.248+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>We don't have to do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jURg0a8xMPk/TdN8lwngK6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/B8B1259buRs/s1600/douglas-gordon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jURg0a8xMPk/TdN8lwngK6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/B8B1259buRs/s400/douglas-gordon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607962949153991586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this, of course, is a lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I follow a lot of blogs. Mostly of people who make art, post design or diy photo's, or who post pictures of their outfits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes (more often that I wish) I catch myself  thinking: I wish I was as cool as them, had as awesome parties, and I wish my room, my home, looked as beautiful as theirs. ... but then I think.. isn't that the power of photography?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when someone would make a picture as they make them of other homes, of (the nice parts of) my room.. wouldn't it look as enviable as all those pictures I stare at in awe? And then I say yes, trying to put my mind at ease.. knowing somewhere that this also means I will never think of my room as enviable and perfect, staring at it while living in it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should make a perfect home, take pictures of every wall, and have those as canvases in front of all those walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I should just get a more realistic look on the world around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1271975440996359592?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1271975440996359592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-dont-have-to-do-anything.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1271975440996359592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1271975440996359592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-dont-have-to-do-anything.html' title='We don&apos;t have to do anything'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jURg0a8xMPk/TdN8lwngK6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/B8B1259buRs/s72-c/douglas-gordon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3528268701101927659</id><published>2011-05-16T09:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:03:16.256+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Someday is not a day of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTDlaBwfCLs/TdDYh5WqfLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OcmRQBttY_M/s1600/fof-under.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTDlaBwfCLs/TdDYh5WqfLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OcmRQBttY_M/s400/fof-under.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607219612919430322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. Monday again.. had a weekend of piano playing for school, recording a song (for school/for myself) and chillin' in the northern planes. I also baked a cake with my dad and made a veggie curry for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for some daily bitching, I can NOT stand it when people, and then especially Dutch or non native English speakers, pronounce the word me, like meh (may). It is ugly, and it sounds stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Just as the word Yeh (instead of you) and Hellelujah (instead of Cowmilking) (Hallelujah of course). I just think these sounds sound horrible, and to form the words how they are supposed to be spoken to something else, while you're not even a native speaker.. it just annoys me. I mean, I probably say things different as to how they are supposed to be pronounced, but not really on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfew, got THAT of meh chest.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day you chickpeas!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out y'all, respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(is what who said?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3528268701101927659?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3528268701101927659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/someday-is-not-day-of-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3528268701101927659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3528268701101927659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/someday-is-not-day-of-week.html' title='Someday is not a day of the week'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTDlaBwfCLs/TdDYh5WqfLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OcmRQBttY_M/s72-c/fof-under.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7060790405389474199</id><published>2011-05-11T10:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:05:31.460+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick post. I came across this video and liked it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/8766811?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8766811"&gt;Rethink Scholarship at Langara 2010 Call for Entries&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2977800"&gt;Rory O&amp;#039;Sullivan&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaalso! Check this bananas, it is shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kfJb4qifhng?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kfJb4qifhng?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by my awesome classmate (and her friends) &lt;a href="http://tinkerscuss.bandcamp.com/album/semester-i"&gt;Tineke Hussaarts &lt;/a&gt;. Click her name for some of her 'real' songs. She's writing in Dutch more now, and I really like the things she make.&lt;br /&gt;And of course I rolf'd (omg) watching the vid, find it sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am booored.. but only boring people are bored.. I am such a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day! ohhh yes, dannnnggg yesterday the weather was SO bad here.. it was seriously (literally!!!!) (mmmkey) raining cats and dogs.. and lightning.. but the thunder! oh em gee.. I've never heard it like this before :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ediittt, just watched this one again, and one can seriously not die without having seen this at least once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTQfGd3G6dg?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTQfGd3G6dg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNNNIIIII!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7060790405389474199?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7060790405389474199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-quick-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7060790405389474199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7060790405389474199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6015465324266220865</id><published>2011-05-10T22:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:22:30.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Ha ha ha ha stayin' alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ulicam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWm8rHaPjpQ/TcmbuFlxz_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/KLw41CDJwbo/s400/fink3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605182427316211698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought they sang 'Stena liiiiine!' because we always went to the UK with the Stenaline boat company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, pfoo long time no post! I had my holiday.. it was nice! Did lots of practicing.. but actually only on 2 songs, and a bit on a 3th which I've kind of finished. The Sharks, &lt;a href="http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/gimme-some-slack.html"&gt;Lady by the River&lt;/a&gt;, and ..... &lt;a href="http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/right.html"&gt;still titleless&lt;/a&gt; (the one about how you cannot find love on the pavement)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I uploaded the video of The Sharks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sI5fVfMMoM?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sI5fVfMMoM?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to play it :) I'm also doing it with bandlab at school, ánd I will play this with my 2nd and final exam for this year (along with probably, Lady by the River). So kiiiinda exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Queensday! Which was awesome! Got to see my homies and party with them, and do some fleamarkets! Boughts some nice book, an ugly-fitting skirt, a nice dress and a terrible not-tuned xylophone which looks super cute because it has goldfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to Frieslaaaannd.. to my dad, and one of my sisters also came! Which was really gezellig, and we played and sang a lot. Then I went to my mums, chilled, played piano, went to see a sweet homie a day later, cycled back.. Got invited to a.. Liberation-day-festival? Saw 2 awesome concerts of Billy Benton and The Birddogs. Became kind of really anti-social because I ditched them then because I ran into the ex-boyfriend and his friends, and it was so nice because it was kind of just like before, except for that we weren't a couple of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and our neighbors' house was on fire.. which was a bit scary but luckily nobody got hurt!&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice week and weekend.. then went back, ate with a classmate, watched Into the Wild (finally! Go watch it! It really is a good movie).... aaaaand then it was monday. And now it is tuesday. Back to life, back to reality.. sigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL WELL WELL! Goodbye! X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6015465324266220865?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6015465324266220865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-ha-ha-ha-stayin-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6015465324266220865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6015465324266220865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-ha-ha-ha-stayin-alive.html' title='Ha ha ha ha stayin&apos; alive!'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWm8rHaPjpQ/TcmbuFlxz_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/KLw41CDJwbo/s72-c/fink3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7399798759583288916</id><published>2011-04-28T10:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:16:48.383+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Come on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lDa6D_IXiQ/Tbkf9n6QoZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/WEoidPduy-U/s1600/44682423%252Bs%2528560%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lDa6D_IXiQ/Tbkf9n6QoZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/WEoidPduy-U/s400/44682423%252Bs%2528560%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600542755157746066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby let's start walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having projectweek, with all kinds of workshops. Yesterday one about Buma/Stemra, they 'make sure' you are getting money when you're being played somewhere or when you perform somewhere, sort of. Anyway, that was really interesting. And after that, we had a 'feedback hour' from the same guy, really cool! Not only to get a new perspective (and a publisher's perspective) on my song, but also to hear stuff of my fellow songwriters. Really nice :) And then yesterday afternoon we had another lecture, from a guy who's working with one of the largest entertainment bureaus in Holland. His company managed the Idols winners, and some popstar or x-factor winners.. I guess he was hired in to scare us, since he was only talking about how difficult it is to 'break through' and that every musician needs to wake up. Especially the Idols finalist stories were a bit harsh. But well, it was nice to listen to, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oeh, and, tuesday, we had BKS (critical professional situations?). I had to pick 2 songs, and make 2 leadsheets before tuesday. Then tuesday morning we were placed in bands (I got a bassplay, a guitarist and a drummer, all from my own year). I picked Kiss with a fist (Florence + The Machine) and Can't Help Falling In Love (Elvis the Pelvis ofcourse!). Then "they" chose one of the 2 songs, and I only got to know which when I got up on stage. It was Elvis, and it went well! No mistakes or anything at least ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an overload of words right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I'll be going to Amsterdam on Queensday (well I'll go there the day before), to hopefully do some kick ass secondhand/vintage shopping :D I loooved it so much last time I went. And then last year, I couldn't go, because I was in France.. but France was nice too of course ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I am going to finish my toast, with cheese, mmm :) and then am.. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Later x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7399798759583288916?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7399798759583288916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/come-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7399798759583288916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7399798759583288916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/come-on.html' title='Come on'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lDa6D_IXiQ/Tbkf9n6QoZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/WEoidPduy-U/s72-c/44682423%252Bs%2528560%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6905451748345337909</id><published>2011-04-21T10:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:26:43.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Oooh I want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKmBvn3U7fM/Ta_o2XDTgeI/AAAAAAAAApA/G7OC7nln-Os/s1600/freunde_von_freunden_-_norman_palm_-_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKmBvn3U7fM/Ta_o2XDTgeI/AAAAAAAAApA/G7OC7nln-Os/s400/freunde_von_freunden_-_norman_palm_-_110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597948882443272674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. I'm not looking at interior sites again... don't go givin' me baby evils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh don't you just love the weather. It's soooo sunny, so hot.. so weird :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a really nice band practise, our band coach said we had to make a list of songs that go well, and then we had to play those as if we were doing a show. Really nice to do! &lt;br /&gt;And then vocal techniques.. which was rather difficult, but also nice of course. Songwriting.. in the end, finally REALLY finished Lady by the River, it's soup now. And tasting goooood. Or at least, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the Elvis songs on shuffle.. so it's Wiiiiise maaan saaaayyy and then We're caught in a traaappp (IT'S A TRAP!) and then Wiiiiiise maaaan saaaaaaayyyyy and then we're caught in a traaap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strawberries! Yummi :)&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I will definitely record the Lady by the River song anytime soon, maybe not this weekend, but then definitely in the upcoming holidays. Isn't that exciiiiiitig?!!!! ooohhhh so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. http://freundevonfreunden.com nice site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6905451748345337909?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6905451748345337909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/oooh-i-want.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6905451748345337909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6905451748345337909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/oooh-i-want.html' title='Oooh I want!'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKmBvn3U7fM/Ta_o2XDTgeI/AAAAAAAAApA/G7OC7nln-Os/s72-c/freunde_von_freunden_-_norman_palm_-_110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7554525183429682077</id><published>2011-04-19T23:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:22:30.218+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Some things are meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECSUEPO--D8/Ta37y_gDsoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/6SJKzAWiJ5U/s1600/uli_robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECSUEPO--D8/Ta37y_gDsoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/6SJKzAWiJ5U/s400/uli_robert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597406765349319298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ulicam.blogspot.com/"&gt;This blog is awesome&lt;/a&gt; I only found out about it.. last week and I really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I have a cold. Like, seriously, I didn't know one body could produce so much snot :) almost impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit weekend is er in Leeuwarden een super cool Elvis tribute concert! Ik ga ook 2 liedjes van hem zingen, en nog veel meer andere Friezen en Friezinnen. Wordt super tof!&lt;br /&gt;Deze link voor de zaterdag http://www.podiumasteriks.nl/archive/2011/01/09/jailhouse-rock-a-tribute-to-elvis-presley-dag-1&lt;br /&gt;en deze voor de zondag: http://www.podiumasteriks.nl/archive/2011/01/09/jailhouse-rock-a-tribute-to-elvis-presley-dag-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik zeg, komen! en doen! enzo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll be going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7554525183429682077?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7554525183429682077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-things-are-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7554525183429682077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7554525183429682077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-things-are-meant-to-be.html' title='Some things are meant to be'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECSUEPO--D8/Ta37y_gDsoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/6SJKzAWiJ5U/s72-c/uli_robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1933837849701380222</id><published>2011-04-14T12:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:05:25.410+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I am in a room I built myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqLiIyeYzoA/TabQJAr22HI/AAAAAAAAAow/JWXqqbekJzE/s1600/outin5.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqLiIyeYzoA/TabQJAr22HI/AAAAAAAAAow/JWXqqbekJzE/s400/outin5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595388440275769458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29rDmQQQ05g/TabOlaV3ADI/AAAAAAAAAog/f3zeP3-1cjw/s1600/random10_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29rDmQQQ05g/TabOlaV3ADI/AAAAAAAAAog/f3zeP3-1cjw/s400/random10_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595386729175908402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9b39NFcNj4w/TabOlFbAjQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/sCJdmpHF0ro/s1600/storyhomes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9b39NFcNj4w/TabOlFbAjQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/sCJdmpHF0ro/s400/storyhomes4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595386723560361218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFgYsC5cfPw/TabOk9KJaQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ub87USxC4Yo/s1600/vm06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFgYsC5cfPw/TabOk9KJaQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ub87USxC4Yo/s400/vm06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595386721342155010" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFgYsC5cfPw/TabOk9KJaQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ub87USxC4Yo/s1600/vm06.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGZoRE781gg/TabOkycJarI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NKC6lOTGvgc/s1600/3skeletonchairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGZoRE781gg/TabOkycJarI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NKC6lOTGvgc/s400/3skeletonchairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595386718464862898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf09WGojEU8/TabOlatEt0I/AAAAAAAAAoo/0hv6Qx4rI-M/s1600/a7305b96191de27e3211a1e68d04ceb1ab07189e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf09WGojEU8/TabOlatEt0I/AAAAAAAAAoo/0hv6Qx4rI-M/s400/a7305b96191de27e3211a1e68d04ceb1ab07189e_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595386729273276226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh I may not seem like someone who can stare at interior sites for hours after hours.. or maybe I do seem like some one like that, but anyway, I am. One day, when I live somewhere else than I do now.. I want to finally spend some money on furniture.. found in the littlest antique and second hand shops, maybe some Ikea of course.&lt;br /&gt;One day I will find the most beautiful dressoir, with a beautiful round mirror.. I will find a lovely old chandelier, for putting my jewellery on. I will have lots of plants, little green leaves in little cute pots I found here and there on markets and in attics, on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;I will have lovely painted/wallpapered walls covered with everything I love looking at.. things that inspire me, things that make me daydream when I look at them. I will have a beautiful old armoir (fancy woohhh), for clothes, or my books (because one day, I will also own a lot of books, and I will have read every one of them), or for my 'sketch'books.  Oohh and one day, one day I will also have my very own piano..&lt;br /&gt;I will have a beautiful old twinbed, and a kitchen, a kitchen with every kind of herb you can imagine (okay well, not maybe every kind, but, you know, it's just that I trying to write as much Charlie and the Chocolaty-ish as you can eeeevvverrrr imagine), ginger and pepper.. and.. you know.... salt (okay just kidding)(cinnamon too). And maybe enamel pots and pans.. or maybe not.. because they kind of suck because there not that easy to clean 'cause everything sticks to them. And a smeg refrigarator please.  AND A FRIGGIN HENRY VACUUMCLEANER! Or maybe Hetty, or James, no.. no not James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of the one daying. I grabbed all these images from www.designismine.blogspot.com , www.designspongeonline.com (they have suuuuch cool DIY's! Amazing plant pot ideas, lovely lovely)  and if you like those, have  look at www.theselby.com or www.frommoontomoon.blogspot.com because oooomygod Rosa and Britt, you were right about how jealous you get from watching that.. frustrations hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, yes, one day&lt;br /&gt;x Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1933837849701380222?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1933837849701380222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-in-room-i-built-myself.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1933837849701380222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1933837849701380222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-in-room-i-built-myself.html' title='I am in a room I built myself'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqLiIyeYzoA/TabQJAr22HI/AAAAAAAAAow/JWXqqbekJzE/s72-c/outin5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-9128194139303840172</id><published>2011-04-13T11:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:42:28.048+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Liar liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMOc20qEoxc/TaVu_hk8sYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/UzE9HZhiptY/s1600/tumblr_kxip9hXzHY1qaycqyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMOc20qEoxc/TaVu_hk8sYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/UzE9HZhiptY/s400/tumblr_kxip9hXzHY1qaycqyo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595000149701865858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. pretty much nothing happening here. Had a nice weekend! But caught a flu.. which of course is attacking my throat. Pff and I'm so tired.. can't wait for the weekend.. but weekend means working hard, for school, for my songs..&lt;br /&gt;We have an exam on friday.. been trying to study my ass of but it never feels like I'm doing enough. I love my study and I love what I'm doing, but I am always busy.. it's really never ending. Sometimes that makes me a bit tired and well.. the thought that there's always stuff to do, that you could always do more on a day.. it's stressing. And actually I could and should do more.. I don't do shit. Should start doing some shit I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I see sun! Well, I'm off, take a shower, eat, go to school.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-9128194139303840172?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/9128194139303840172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/liar-liar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/9128194139303840172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/9128194139303840172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/liar-liar.html' title='Liar liar'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMOc20qEoxc/TaVu_hk8sYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/UzE9HZhiptY/s72-c/tumblr_kxip9hXzHY1qaycqyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4873139904741055679</id><published>2011-04-09T13:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:43:32.226+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>and today is a gift, that's why we call it the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4JJsYuTFaU/TaBEnRlDYbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/a1aYY6tTWdQ/s1600/nationaal_archief_of_netherlands_89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4JJsYuTFaU/TaBEnRlDYbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/a1aYY6tTWdQ/s400/nationaal_archief_of_netherlands_89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593546178718556594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so far the sappy quote. &lt;a href="http://wtrns.fr/ks22QZl0m8a9Lc"&gt;Here is a little present &lt;/a&gt;:) (click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted lyrics of a song about an old lady by the river a while ago right?&lt;br /&gt;Well I made a crappy recording of it, while singing it in my songwritingclass. My teacher played piano (too bad I'm not that good..) and I sang. I recorded it to get some changes in the vocalmelody right for later, but I still kind of screwed up haha. But so, it's just to.. let you know what I'm doing at the moment :) (and if you read the lyrics back, you'll  notice I already scrapped it down a bit again haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself really like it, but what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOhhhh weekend! Ready for some partying! But first I'll have to do some studying in the train. Education.. we have an exam next week blarrghhh it's the most uninspiring lesson ever. And those books.. jesus, someone should keep that author from writing;, she is awful. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4873139904741055679?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4873139904741055679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-today-is-gift-thats-why-we-call-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4873139904741055679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4873139904741055679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-today-is-gift-thats-why-we-call-it.html' title='and today is a gift, that&apos;s why we call it the present'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4JJsYuTFaU/TaBEnRlDYbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/a1aYY6tTWdQ/s72-c/nationaal_archief_of_netherlands_89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1168190705782273469</id><published>2011-04-05T20:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:21:14.436+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Meet my current obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviesense.nl/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/dexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.moviesense.nl/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/dexter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0773262/"&gt;Dexter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a serialkiller. Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid there's coming another period of short blogs! I'm getting less and less ideas to write about.. But well, images and a few sentences. Something's more than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to eat another apple. Isn't that swell idea? Yes! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm singing Fuck You with bandlab, it's awesome to do. Tomorrow we'll be doing The Sharks again, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit of a monster today.. well monster is not the right word, just a bit.. I've been in and out of my head, sometimes I was just completely.. turned in, only seeing and hearing my own thoughts, and then when I flip out, I can be a bite crude, not mean crude.. but just really.. saying stuff that's actually a bit weird to what I was responding to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Very clear. We all get it now.&lt;br /&gt;Mwuah (that's a kissy sound)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1168190705782273469?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1168190705782273469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-my-current-obsession.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1168190705782273469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1168190705782273469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/meet-my-current-obsession.html' title='Meet my current obsession'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3346642757353780790</id><published>2011-04-03T22:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:15:04.988+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GabIEGdYJIA/TZjfrpf6-gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ePSnxxLh2Wo/s1600/tumblr_kt5kxioQU81qz5s0bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GabIEGdYJIA/TZjfrpf6-gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ePSnxxLh2Wo/s400/tumblr_kt5kxioQU81qz5s0bo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591464878347581954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend is over, I am tired. Last days were nice though.&lt;br /&gt;We had SUCH nice weather. Ahhh I almost went for shorts without nylons or anything. Wanted to say; almost went for shorts without panties, but of course, panties are something else in English than in Dutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3346642757353780790?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3346642757353780790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-is-over-i-am-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3346642757353780790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3346642757353780790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-is-over-i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GabIEGdYJIA/TZjfrpf6-gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ePSnxxLh2Wo/s72-c/tumblr_kt5kxioQU81qz5s0bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6662385048668572267</id><published>2011-03-29T23:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:24:25.780+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Man on the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STo0qZQrjcM/TZJNQLtaU_I/AAAAAAAAAno/HIgzpUqIEUs/s1600/tumblr_kt55ooiewv1qzftmeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STo0qZQrjcM/TZJNQLtaU_I/AAAAAAAAAno/HIgzpUqIEUs/s400/tumblr_kt55ooiewv1qzftmeo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589615027936711666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you to come get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from a little while back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-alt:"Times New Roman";  mso-font-charset:77;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:auto;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;He’s hoping to buy, to buy a dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;‘cause his nights’ve been black, since&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;his nights’ve been black ever since;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;All the people, in their houses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Have been blowing out their candles at night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;but what they don’t realize is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;That he uses them as a guide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Are all people in your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;A girl walks up to a vendingmachine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;She’s hoping to buy grass that is as green&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As the grass of the gardens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As the grass of the gardens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Of all the people, in the houses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Who’ve cut their flowers down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But what they don’t realize is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;She uses them for her crown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Are all people in your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And when I walk up, to a vendingmachine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’m hoping to find stuff I’ve never seen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’m willing to open my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’m willing to open my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But all the people, in their houses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;are keeping their doors locked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;and what they don’t realize is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’ll only have to knock&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Yes.. well.. you have smelly armpits!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6662385048668572267?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6662385048668572267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/man-on-moon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6662385048668572267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6662385048668572267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/man-on-moon.html' title='Man on the moon'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STo0qZQrjcM/TZJNQLtaU_I/AAAAAAAAAno/HIgzpUqIEUs/s72-c/tumblr_kt55ooiewv1qzftmeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-6413137660316697298</id><published>2011-03-26T12:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:11:05.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry, but it's time again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lav0u3QI5n1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 467px; height: 700px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lav0u3QI5n1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc4aceW6Pd1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc4aceW6Pd1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leijzpQUVF1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leijzpQUVF1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leix6q6Sr01qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leix6q6Sr01qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldtazm6fas1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldtazm6fas1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfl0shm6PV1qgar6so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 662px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfl0shm6PV1qgar6so1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lettecy8Eu1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lettecy8Eu1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf4qxiojLk1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf4qxiojLk1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leix8eocUM1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leix8eocUM1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfr107d47d1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 348px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfr107d47d1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfiaxs6pou1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfiaxs6pou1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpy9feoJR1qbsfiko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 417px; height: 427px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpy9feoJR1qbsfiko1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgjib6ZxBe1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgjib6ZxBe1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfc561s2Hq1qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfc561s2Hq1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lheqwgOtGj1qzb4owo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lheqwgOtGj1qzb4owo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhbh2hqPsc1qznrrdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 377px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhbh2hqPsc1qznrrdo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lic0ezj4Pv1qc584vo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lic0ezj4Pv1qc584vo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgzz20qbH91qaeaaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgzz20qbH91qaeaaio1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm I want rats so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll be playing at Cafe De Pijp here in Enschede, I'll be playing at 22, after me Colin plays, and after that Stefany June; awesome danceable popmusic! Really cool, if you haven't seen them yet; come tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going tooo.. ammmm... okay what shall I do.. don't knooww.... mmm&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-6413137660316697298?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/6413137660316697298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sorry-but-its-time-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6413137660316697298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/6413137660316697298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sorry-but-its-time-again.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, but it&apos;s time again..'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5366214310041649241</id><published>2011-03-25T17:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:10:53.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>I just watched Sweeney Todd again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6U0GOVxXZA/TYy9_wz8BDI/AAAAAAAAAng/X8baPIUrbGM/s1600/moons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6U0GOVxXZA/TYy9_wz8BDI/AAAAAAAAAng/X8baPIUrbGM/s400/moons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588050140792095794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is asaammmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tidy my room now, with some nice music.. but what? Some.. Lykke Li.. Sophie Hunger, Lady Gaga.. Angus and Julia Stone? Regina Spektor, Fiona Apple.. maybe the Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God my room's a mess. Haha this is really bad. Even stuff from my birthday last week... beer bottles, plastic bags, paper.. yes, this needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5366214310041649241?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5366214310041649241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-watched-sweeney-todd-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5366214310041649241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5366214310041649241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-watched-sweeney-todd-again.html' title='I just watched Sweeney Todd again'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6U0GOVxXZA/TYy9_wz8BDI/AAAAAAAAAng/X8baPIUrbGM/s72-c/moons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8180740692383058617</id><published>2011-03-24T10:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:57:32.380+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Gimme some slack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rosaliedeweerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvyZ6qCJKG4/TYsSgFoV0EI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OOwImImknZk/s400/Screen%252Bshot%252B2011-03-09%252Bat%252B1.51.25%252BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587580105159725122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause, anyway, it's all I'm giving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my voice still isn't at it's best, I'm giving it some slack, and making it slack! Yes; I am trying to confuse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="44" width="148"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vocaroo.com/player.swf?playMediaID=vPaKpLFl4aIomzS5i&amp;amp;server=m1.vocaroo.com&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vocaroo.com/player.swf?playMediaID=vPaKpLFl4aIomzS5i&amp;amp;server=m1.vocaroo.com&amp;amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="44" width="148"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sound I'm making is called 'slack' and it's very good for zhe vocal folds (okay, so it's folds) (WHATEVER). If you ever lose your voice, or have a hoarse sound, try doing the slack thing. But be sure to keep it relaxed! Don't force it! Tha's baaaad y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry geys, seems like the only think I can talk about lately are vocal folds and the do's and don'ts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh wait! I even have some new lyrics! TOOOTALLY FINISHED! Musically I haven't finished the bridge yet, and some bits in between, but the lyrics are as ready as my songs normally are when the lyrics are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes titleloos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I came upon a river, where an old lady was sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watching the water go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her back was turned towards me, but it was as if she knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I had come to her, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was singing her song, she was singing her song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I bet you never thought that you would go, to sit by the water and watch your hair grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet you never thought that you would be, spending the rest of your life like me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she'd finished singing, the lady turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and with tears in her eyes she spoke;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never let fear, take a hold of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause it will take over, and rule your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why I'm singing this song, that's why I'm singing my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I bet you never thought, that you would go, to sit by the water and watch your hair grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet you never thought that you would be, spending the rest of your life like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So stop being afraid, you will never love if you don't try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop being afraid, you will never know love if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let go of all the pain, that's making fear feel welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let go of all the anger, that's making fear feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let go of all the sadness, that's making fear feel strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let go of all the lines, that are leading fear along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So stop being afraid, you will never love if you don't try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop being afraid or you will be spending the rest of your life like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why I'm singing this song, that's why I'm singing my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I bet you never thought, that you would go, to sit by the water and  watch your hair grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I bet you never thought that you would be, spending the rest of your  life like me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the love, Fleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the lovely picture I used is shot by my homie Rosa! Click photo for her blog. She awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8180740692383058617?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8180740692383058617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/gimme-some-slack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8180740692383058617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8180740692383058617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/gimme-some-slack.html' title='Gimme some slack'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvyZ6qCJKG4/TYsSgFoV0EI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OOwImImknZk/s72-c/Screen%252Bshot%252B2011-03-09%252Bat%252B1.51.25%252BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3486352865728741019</id><published>2011-03-23T10:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:18:56.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Never used/finished lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAr4KXTL9ZI/TYm3SSjQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/v_PxSOiw2eU/s1600/james_clothier_1269130072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAr4KXTL9ZI/TYm3SSjQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/v_PxSOiw2eU/s400/james_clothier_1269130072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587198337575089170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because por que no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days in a row, I found you hanging&lt;br /&gt;above my kitchen sink, and I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;exactly what, what to think&lt;br /&gt;Well how would you feel,&lt;br /&gt;if I poured you a drink, made of shrink?&lt;br /&gt;'cause they don't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't even talk,&lt;br /&gt;They don't even take the dog for a walk&lt;br /&gt;They don't even talk,&lt;br /&gt;they don't even take the dog for a walk&lt;br /&gt;When you're too scared to go outside&lt;br /&gt;When you're just brave enough to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw a dead boy walkin'&lt;br /&gt;and I saw myself;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his pants,&lt;br /&gt;I saw his sweater&lt;br /&gt;I saw his spikes,&lt;br /&gt;I saw his letters&lt;br /&gt;The letters that he wrote,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote, they loath&lt;br /&gt;We are the same,&lt;br /&gt;but I have grown and&lt;br /&gt;I will never be unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with the oldest air,&lt;br /&gt;the coldest, but it didn't want me there&lt;br /&gt;I lived with the oldest water,&lt;br /&gt;but even there I was a fire starter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lived in the caves, where nobody could see my face&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Are you blue or are you red?&lt;br /&gt;Are you glowing, what's that sound?&lt;br /&gt;Are you lost or are you found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I carved the walls, painted them red&lt;br /&gt;Like Aboriginals, instead,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write to tell my story&lt;br /&gt;for the world to see, the falseness of my glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote so that I would remember&lt;br /&gt;I wrote so that I could forget&lt;br /&gt;I wrote so that I would remember&lt;br /&gt;all of the miserable times I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so high, nobody could see me&lt;br /&gt;I was so low (repeat until getting sick of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, waar ga je heen?&lt;br /&gt;Zo alleen, zo alleen&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb je rode muts nog&lt;br /&gt;- ik heb je trots nog&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb je rode muts nog&lt;br /&gt;- ik heb je trots&lt;br /&gt;En ik ben je rots&lt;br /&gt;maar ik verdwijn&lt;br /&gt;vrijwillig in een breaklijn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En het doet me niks&lt;br /&gt;geen pijn geen goed&lt;br /&gt;ookal beef ik de aarde&lt;br /&gt;ookal golf ik vloed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smashed the skulls&lt;br /&gt;of lots of ladybugs today, today&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't my fault&lt;br /&gt;they were on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;and they wouldn't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if love is blind&lt;br /&gt;then why do we hook up&lt;br /&gt;with all the pretty faces?&lt;br /&gt;And if love is blind&lt;br /&gt;then why do we hook up&lt;br /&gt;in all the pretty places?&lt;br /&gt;And if love is blind&lt;br /&gt;then why do I look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's your fucking song&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it while it lasts&lt;br /&gt;It took all the blood I shed in the past&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't like it&lt;br /&gt;no if you don't like it&lt;br /&gt;(we'll never no what happens then because this is where it ends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sheen,&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;but I saw you I saw you I saw you on My super sweet sixteen&lt;br /&gt;And Sheen, man I love you&lt;br /&gt;And not only because you dad knows Bono from U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Pat,&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;but I saw you I saw you I saw you on My super sweet sixteen&lt;br /&gt;and Pat, let's have sex&lt;br /&gt;and not because you give you girlfriends a rolex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Rita,&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;but I saw you I saw you I saw you on My super sweet sixteen&lt;br /&gt;and Rita, let's be mates&lt;br /&gt;and not because your dad is friends with Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well, that was it.&lt;br /&gt;Some things I like, and might finish someday, others I like only a few bits, or only the idea it has. And then I'll strip the song to those bits or just take only the idea and create something new.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was funny; I still knew the melodies of all these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEeeeeeeeey LYLA!&lt;br /&gt;x Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3486352865728741019?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3486352865728741019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/never-usedfinished-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3486352865728741019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3486352865728741019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/never-usedfinished-lyrics.html' title='Never used/finished lyrics'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAr4KXTL9ZI/TYm3SSjQ9BI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/v_PxSOiw2eU/s72-c/james_clothier_1269130072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8791108324111506346</id><published>2011-03-22T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:14:52.526+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>I finished Norwegian Wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4zrQrxtgU0/TYjlgAYVWaI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0LYtRY3CNUs/s1600/1268807233775215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4zrQrxtgU0/TYjlgAYVWaI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0LYtRY3CNUs/s400/1268807233775215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586967675773737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do now? What to do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my voice, it's still not back to normal, I can talk now, but I still can't sing. But I have to play saturday, braagghhh stress! I haven't even practised yet.. wanted to do that last weekend ):&lt;br /&gt;I bought some sage tea today, should help relax my throat a bit.. well, we'll see. Guess it's lots of quietness and sleeping, giving my vocalcords some rest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool, at vocal techniques we really learn about anatomy too! So I kind of know now what's wrong and what I should and shouldn't do. For example, if you lost your voice or if you have a soar throat: DON'T whisper. It is NOT helping, it's making it worse.&lt;br /&gt;You see, you have your vocal cords, and normally, when you talk or sing air goes through them, but a reasonable amount of air then. When you whisper you talk with almost only air, and that air is 'blasting' the slime of your vocal chords, which is actually protecting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am tired.. still have to make dinner.. but.. while I had some courgettesoup plans, at the moment noodlessoup sounds way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions decisions...&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8791108324111506346?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8791108324111506346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finished-norwegian-wood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8791108324111506346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8791108324111506346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finished-norwegian-wood.html' title='I finished Norwegian Wood'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4zrQrxtgU0/TYjlgAYVWaI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0LYtRY3CNUs/s72-c/1268807233775215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4915367544004186242</id><published>2011-03-20T15:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:39:43.684+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Dear lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmCQnCTCRUk/TYYQ0olEy2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/PznRuDOqIj0/s1600/tumblr_lgo991GHMd1qcxdnko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmCQnCTCRUk/TYYQ0olEy2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/PznRuDOqIj0/s400/tumblr_lgo991GHMd1qcxdnko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586170884231842658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the silence of the lambs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence because, friday I'd lost my voice completely, and saturday still, only today it's a bit better, but I'm still trying to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;And lambs, because, when I came to Friesland in the train on friday (which was my 20th birthday! Rimply me) I saw little laaambs! Who weren't even so little anymore.. feels like I completely missed that bit of spring.. the birth of the lambs.. usually, in Friesland, there are sheep everywhere, so you'll notice right away when there are young cute ones!&lt;br /&gt;They tend to be sooo cute running and prancing around in the grass! Ahwwwww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much cuter than the bloody image I proposed to you, but hey, where there's birth, there's blood. *trying to keep face straight for selling of cheesy moral*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ait fancypantsy, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4915367544004186242?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4915367544004186242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4915367544004186242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4915367544004186242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-lord.html' title='Dear lord'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmCQnCTCRUk/TYYQ0olEy2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/PznRuDOqIj0/s72-c/tumblr_lgo991GHMd1qcxdnko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7710193074686144507</id><published>2011-03-16T11:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:58:15.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Snoop Dogg in a Count von Count suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_VP-7lT-gA/TYCU4W2xmzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AFawHexXFYc/s1600/c2eebe367a2be6f94aaac9a6fda55980e00c5ccc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_VP-7lT-gA/TYCU4W2xmzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AFawHexXFYc/s400/c2eebe367a2be6f94aaac9a6fda55980e00c5ccc_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584627233868323634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your argument is invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my 20th birthday! (friday the 18th) So this week I will leave behind my teenage years and start being a sex and the city 20something girl. I don't like my birthdays. Not because of the getting older and more wrinkles part.. but more of.. somewhere you always (or I do, atleast) some kind of.. expectations.. maybe because, when you're a kid you really have an awesome day when it's your birthday: you get an ugly hat made of paper, you get to stand on a chair and get sung to, you can say what dinner will be, you get presents and cake and cards and an awesome party! (My dad borrowed the aircushion (?) from the swimmingpool for my parties HOW AWESOME IS THAT?! OMG! SO COOL). And now it's just.. nothing special happens.. or I just can't enjoy what happens anymore because everythings flat.. there are no aircushions anymore, or they're present, but then figuratively, and then they're flat anyway. There's no fun in flat aircushions, you must agree. It's also that it's been harder to accept the presents.. I get cool stuff, but there's no more of the "OMMMMMMG I GOT A TOYHORSE!!!! YESSSS I have been wanting this for AAAAAAGGGEEEEESSS!" (which wouldn't be for ages, but probably more for.. a few weeks) (you know kids, you were one yourself).&lt;br /&gt;And the party.. I don't like giving parties. I always feel so responsible for other peoples fun. And for "hey hey hey want a drink? No? Crisps? Wine? Cola? Winegum? Marshmallow? " sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always the same with having expectations, even though you know you shouldn't really have them, you always do, and you always seem to nurse them into something even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is why I am trying to just expect having a nice day, same as every day, but maybe with some cake instead of only sandwiches and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. so.. I am bitching right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know why I am sad all the time.. maybe it's my birthday, or my name, the way it's spelled."  to be quoting one of my own songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fleur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7710193074686144507?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7710193074686144507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/snoop-dogg-in-count-von-count-suit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7710193074686144507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7710193074686144507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/snoop-dogg-in-count-von-count-suit.html' title='Snoop Dogg in a Count von Count suit'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_VP-7lT-gA/TYCU4W2xmzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AFawHexXFYc/s72-c/c2eebe367a2be6f94aaac9a6fda55980e00c5ccc_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8914592751166169306</id><published>2011-03-15T21:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:49:16.870+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>And befurrrr I forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxIyFFy5_Q/TX_QRP6vFYI/AAAAAAAAAmo/M3cbPMuqcB8/s1600/tumblr_lh76p3mg3t1qeaytlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxIyFFy5_Q/TX_QRP6vFYI/AAAAAAAAAmo/M3cbPMuqcB8/s400/tumblr_lh76p3mg3t1qeaytlo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584411057711945090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be supporting Stefany June next saturday 26-03 in De Pijp in Enschede.&lt;br /&gt;Be there or be square :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVUtpbXlKB0?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVUtpbXlKB0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvja bffs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8914592751166169306?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8914592751166169306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-befurrrr-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8914592751166169306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8914592751166169306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-befurrrr-i-forget.html' title='And befurrrr I forget'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCxIyFFy5_Q/TX_QRP6vFYI/AAAAAAAAAmo/M3cbPMuqcB8/s72-c/tumblr_lh76p3mg3t1qeaytlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-1477131329970472617</id><published>2011-03-14T23:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:15:27.685+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Better that I break the window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCbmZfX98y8/TX6TCpIoyRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/w8Ivjm4iSH8/s1600/tumblr_lgkt91Bepl1qe073fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCbmZfX98y8/TX6TCpIoyRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/w8Ivjm4iSH8/s400/tumblr_lgkt91Bepl1qe073fo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584062261597096210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then him, or her, or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekke ekke ekke zpang! I...... no, this was probably it for thoughts as this night goes.&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I am tired and mwuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come watch a movie with  me. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-1477131329970472617?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/1477131329970472617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/better-that-i-break-window.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1477131329970472617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/1477131329970472617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/better-that-i-break-window.html' title='Better that I break the window'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCbmZfX98y8/TX6TCpIoyRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/w8Ivjm4iSH8/s72-c/tumblr_lgkt91Bepl1qe073fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-2256663387372705229</id><published>2011-03-12T15:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:57:10.443+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Words words words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0fJXPPTefs/TXuEpu_RqKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PNSsf-YATEg/s1600/tumblr_lf2h2jUcFp1qca0j8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0fJXPPTefs/TXuEpu_RqKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PNSsf-YATEg/s400/tumblr_lf2h2jUcFp1qca0j8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583202015578794146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep coming from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooh I just finished the Sharks leadsheet (you give it to a band, so they can play the song, but it's very basic, not everything written out) and now I'm busy with a sheet with the vocals written out; using a program on my mac! It's called &lt;a href="http://musescore.org/"&gt;Musescore &lt;/a&gt; and it's free downloadable. I didn't want to use it at first, because I had no idea how it worked.. and it IS a bit shitty sometimes.. but now I found my way around it's been really cool! It's soo awesome to see your own song all written out! Makes me all warm and gooey inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with a new song.. and with another new song.. which would be awesome to play with Jurriaan and Christina! But now I need some lyrics still :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'ma drink me some tea. Listening to Barbra Streisand - New York state of mind&lt;br /&gt;.. which I'll be singing for my vocalclass..&lt;br /&gt;Later fatso x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. we're also doing Ceelo Green's Fuck You for bandlab! And I'm singing it! Can you say legen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-2256663387372705229?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/2256663387372705229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-words-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2256663387372705229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2256663387372705229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-words-words.html' title='Words words words'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0fJXPPTefs/TXuEpu_RqKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PNSsf-YATEg/s72-c/tumblr_lf2h2jUcFp1qca0j8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5174343123059816771</id><published>2011-03-09T19:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:16:12.885+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxArZttzjbs/TXffpT9kj1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oeujvSeEpkU/s1600/tumblr_kqq0tmFmcP1qa25rpo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxArZttzjbs/TXffpT9kj1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oeujvSeEpkU/s400/tumblr_kqq0tmFmcP1qa25rpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582176163975171922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh I am so tired. And isn't that the most cozy looking situation ever? :) If I were an iceberg I'd melt by now. Maybe that's the reason of all the melting Icecaps; cuteness. I think it probably is. I might phone Obama with this discovery in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to do the colours tonight. Mm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurriaan and Christina and I played again today, we did Kiss the frog, Marry the boy, and we tried Bobby the Sailorman. It was cool! And fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote a song. Well, or a start. But it's one of those songs where I just start jabbering because I like the way the words sound. And those songs are most of the time bull crap, and tend to go about stuff .. about stuff I don't even know what they're about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. normally I don't do this, but I might as well post what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can not find love on the stones of the pavement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Walking your way to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can not expect the world to be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Some way somehow you'll get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Walk your path up to the thoughts you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Leave your tears in all the wine you drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not gonna lead you while you dance your life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm getting sick of your waltzes, your breakdance and ballet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not gonna watch you while you spin your world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you may think you'll fly for ever, but someday you'll hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You won't find a way when you randomly follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; strangers you see on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You won't live your life the way that you want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trusting everyone you meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Make sure all those apes and bears will shrink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Throw off your load before it makes you sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not gonna lead you while you dance your life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I'm getting sick of your waltzes, your breakdance and ballet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I'm not gonna watch you while you spin your world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  you may think you'll fly for ever, but someday you'll hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. whatever, I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Have a bath, you smellycat! geez.. what are they feeding you?&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5174343123059816771?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5174343123059816771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/right.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5174343123059816771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5174343123059816771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/right.html' title='Right'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxArZttzjbs/TXffpT9kj1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oeujvSeEpkU/s72-c/tumblr_kqq0tmFmcP1qa25rpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-2956953930816578248</id><published>2011-03-08T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:26:06.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-410Knk2gEbo/TXahrlrp3vI/AAAAAAAAAmI/w3uWbFlwk9E/s1600/13325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-410Knk2gEbo/TXahrlrp3vI/AAAAAAAAAmI/w3uWbFlwk9E/s400/13325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581826558393966322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nokZMoAVJcU/TXahrq0YXUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zwdkdeKoQ_E/s1600/5448276167_717ca24c7c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nokZMoAVJcU/TXahrq0YXUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zwdkdeKoQ_E/s400/5448276167_717ca24c7c_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581826559772745026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPidvzy2RBM/TXahrBrmiNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/EBODkQi83uI/s1600/5453463710_16a951061b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPidvzy2RBM/TXahrBrmiNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/EBODkQi83uI/s400/5453463710_16a951061b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581826548730071250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTSh2dSZcms/TXahrHUuf9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/LtscccMtW0w/s1600/tumblr_l9q7jxuNXM1qbcr7vo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTSh2dSZcms/TXahrHUuf9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/LtscccMtW0w/s400/tumblr_l9q7jxuNXM1qbcr7vo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581826550244736978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of my old blog design. I hated the way my images where sometimes off the page.. so, came back to my most favourite design of blogspot. Luv it. But, not so sure about these new colours. Absolutely not sure. They suck.&lt;br /&gt;But it's half past 11 and I am le tired. So.. anyone any ideas? I might change it tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added the boxes. Everyone has those boxes nowadays (I love that word, it's so pretty to look at). Because, of course, everything has to be more convenient. Now you only have to click the yes or the no button. I am feeling a bit pessimistic this hour of the day I notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which has probably to do with the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian Wood is lovely already, and I've only read about 40 pages. Haruki Murakami is really I think my favourite writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snights x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-2956953930816578248?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/2956953930816578248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/ch-ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2956953930816578248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2956953930816578248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-410Knk2gEbo/TXahrlrp3vI/AAAAAAAAAmI/w3uWbFlwk9E/s72-c/13325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4418970157486656195</id><published>2011-03-04T20:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:32:42.310+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Norwegian Wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.21cb.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/100722_norwegianwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.21cb.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/100722_norwegianwood.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought the book Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. &lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to read this for such a long time now! And finally I found it in the bookshop here in Enschede. After some long searching for the 5th Earth Children book in another bookshop (they didn't even have it!! NOOO I need it!! It's the last! I need to know how it eeeeendssss!!!) though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after reading, I could even go watch the movie of course! Well isn't that swell. Super swell. Awesome. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready for the weekend! Though I haven't done what I should've done this week.. I just need to kick my ass and keep up with practising everything all day everyday all week every week. I need to keep up with solfege, sight reading, playing piano, singing lessons, vocal techniques, notationlab.. it's just soo much.. pfew. I'll be able to do my notationlab in the train tomorrow, luckily, but all the other things.. they're just not do-able in public :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywwwaaayy I'll be going to my sister tomorrow, to Rotterdam! For some chatting and coffee and lunch, and then I'll be off to Amsterdam, to see Rosa! We'll be doing some partying and of course also lots of being absolutely ridiculous. Which is not correct English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda is AWEOMSE.&lt;br /&gt;X nice weekend geys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4418970157486656195?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4418970157486656195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/norwegian-wood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4418970157486656195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4418970157486656195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/norwegian-wood.html' title='Norwegian Wood'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4744453057317751643</id><published>2011-03-04T09:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:27:34.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Ou-est le syndicat d'initiative?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhReFOFJTGk/TXCf4gC5sPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9KyfxMbUgO8/s1600/tumblr_lh5493efzo1qaoe1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhReFOFJTGk/TXCf4gC5sPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9KyfxMbUgO8/s400/tumblr_lh5493efzo1qaoe1o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580135731335639282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le syndicat d'initiative? Mais.. ma cherie, je ne sais plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one day, we alllll knew.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woowww it's already friday, MAN that week went fast.. (just as my morning, which means I have about 15 minutes to still get myself out of my pyjama's and eat, before I have to go to school, but I just feel so much like writing a bloohoogggg)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went in a hokje (as we call it, and there is no better way for it, it's a room, but hokje is just like zakje) (lawyered. Even though, technically, I'm not a lawyer) with a guy from my year, and from my band, he plays the cello, and I had wrote something out on a sheet of Kiss the frog, Marry the boy, it was a bit rough, but I think it's gonna be cool, especially with Christina (girl from year, was in the band before this) fiddling me some sweet violin. ;) Anyway, it's just about trying stuff.. would be cool if in the end they'd be coming with me when I'm doing a show somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I finished my coffee.. so I'm gonna eat something and end this. Ohh I had the strangest dream again tonight.. really so weird... 5th in row! Stopiiiitt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice friday, looks like it's gonna be a nice day I guess? the weatharrrr?&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4744453057317751643?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4744453057317751643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/ou-est-le-syndicat-dinitiative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4744453057317751643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4744453057317751643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/ou-est-le-syndicat-dinitiative.html' title='Ou-est le syndicat d&apos;initiative?'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhReFOFJTGk/TXCf4gC5sPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9KyfxMbUgO8/s72-c/tumblr_lh5493efzo1qaoe1o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-527527689075004714</id><published>2011-03-02T11:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:55:05.019+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>I fell into the water with my heart torn out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjPefQQZVhU/TW4g03wa51I/AAAAAAAAAPc/z2wX2DlNU7Q/s1600/Afbeelding%252B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjPefQQZVhU/TW4g03wa51I/AAAAAAAAAPc/z2wX2DlNU7Q/s400/Afbeelding%252B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579433081050949458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually do look as if my heart was torn out there haha. But I think it has something eerie about it, which I like :) And of course, made by the awesome &lt;a href="http://www.rosaliedeweerd.blogspot.com"&gt;Rosalie de Weerd&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, I posted it, because I wanted to post the lyrics of my Shark song, now you might say "Have you gone mental woman?! you already posted that! Stop using up all the internets!" But then I will say "Look at my face. Look at my face. Does it look bothered? No, because I ain't BOTHERED! Because actually, I added more words to it and so I wanted to share that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got reminded of posting the new one, because yesterday, I went busy with making up backing vocals to it. And I was soooo happy and still am with the result! Though I still have to add more, and then shave off again, but still. YEAR BUT NO BUT YEAAAHRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talking, start the copy pasting:&lt;br /&gt; I PRESENT TO YOUUU TATATATATATUMMMMBUILDINGUPMOMENTUMTTATATATATATATTATATATATUNUNUNUNUNUNUGOESINTOJAWSTHEMETUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to collect&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;they’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming to collect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my eyes shut for&lt;br /&gt;such a very long time&lt;br /&gt;Only to open them up&lt;br /&gt;and discover that you weren’t mine&lt;br /&gt;Anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Mister Weird,&lt;br /&gt;get your feet up off my floor&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don’t, &lt;br /&gt;love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to collect&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;they’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming to collect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood on the edge&lt;br /&gt;of what’s real and what was not&lt;br /&gt;Then, you cut the cord&lt;br /&gt;before I could tie the knot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I fell into the&lt;br /&gt;water with my heart torn out&lt;br /&gt;then, I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;before the sharks opened their mouths&lt;br /&gt;Before the sharks opened their mouths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to collect&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;they’re waiting, they’re waiting for me to collapse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't let your best friend, become your lover&lt;br /&gt;if you loose the one, you'll also loose the other” x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to collect&lt;br /&gt;the sharks are coming to get me&lt;br /&gt;They’re coming, they’re coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, well, maybe I might indeedly have gone mental. GOODDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-527527689075004714?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/527527689075004714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-fell-into-water-with-my-heart-torn.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/527527689075004714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/527527689075004714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-fell-into-water-with-my-heart-torn.html' title='I fell into the water with my heart torn out'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjPefQQZVhU/TW4g03wa51I/AAAAAAAAAPc/z2wX2DlNU7Q/s72-c/Afbeelding%252B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3907211387092022236</id><published>2011-03-01T09:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:21:59.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Why don't you just leave your body?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQvzU9LjoO0/TWyq7OJJCSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s2tSHvJGK8Q/s1600/tumblr_lh14dyOuwY1qb9swn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQvzU9LjoO0/TWyq7OJJCSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s2tSHvJGK8Q/s400/tumblr_lh14dyOuwY1qb9swn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579021972790642978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it, it wants to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for today: Get to school ON TIME, and be there, with time to spare, before the lesson begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not mistaken my goal for something easy like taking a leek, no no, this will be a very tough thing to do for me. Like I think I once wrote here; I get up on time, really! Always at least 1 1/4 hour before I have to go, and then I get up, drink water, drink coffee, make/eat breakfast and sandwiches to go.. and then, I mostly watch some tv or do some lazy internet surfing, which then leads me to my clock which is now 5 minutes to the time I should actually REALLY be leaving, or sometimes even 5 minutes after I really should've left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I should get toiletpaper today.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with that, I say GOOOOOODday.&lt;br /&gt;x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Lucky Fonz III --&gt; when bored; youtube.&lt;br /&gt;ps edit. at the moment I still have 45 minutes, in the story above the 'is now 5 minutes blabla' was totally fictional. There is still time to achieve my today's goal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3907211387092022236?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3907211387092022236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-dont-you-just-leave-your-body.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3907211387092022236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3907211387092022236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-dont-you-just-leave-your-body.html' title='Why don&apos;t you just leave your body?'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQvzU9LjoO0/TWyq7OJJCSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s2tSHvJGK8Q/s72-c/tumblr_lh14dyOuwY1qb9swn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-389143011171977593</id><published>2011-02-28T21:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:07:29.302+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>You've been a bad bad blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmgbKIs2OK0/TWwGY-5YvHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/kM5uEdP_qBc/s1600/tumblr_lgnxbtqGh81qcxdnko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmgbKIs2OK0/TWwGY-5YvHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/kM5uEdP_qBc/s400/tumblr_lgnxbtqGh81qcxdnko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578841064675523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am le sorry! Je suis très desolée! Pardonnez-moi! Lo siento! Het spijt me! Pardon me! Es speite mir!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't know how to say sorry in German. But you read them Spanish and French ones! Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWeeeell.. the point was, I've been posting so little lately! I just don't know what to post.. and I tend to forget posting in the mornings.. so.. well.. yeah.. maybe some suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oehh when I was in Friesland last week, I found some of my old Spanish schoolwork.. like a letter I wrote. I could understand everything still. But the speaking has already become very hard.. not the pronunciation, but remembering the words, and the verbs..&lt;br /&gt;Soy&lt;br /&gt;Estas&lt;br /&gt;Esta&lt;br /&gt;Estamos&lt;br /&gt;Estaís&lt;br /&gt;Estaís..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. Anyway. It's a bummer, I really liked learning it and knowing it a bit! Maybe I should really try to find a Spanish pen pal.. but.. nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post more frequently on my &lt;a href="http://anne-fleurkan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dutch blog &lt;/a&gt;by the way, but it is not really like this blog. And it's Dutch. I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had SUCH a weird dream tonight.. I don't know everything anymore.. but I know some guy in our band was dressed as a hiphop gangster, and then, at once, I was him, and wearing the stuff, but I was also just myself. And everybody was laughing and like "mm.. why are you wearing those hiphop gangster clothes?" Oooh I looked kind of like the Fresh Prince! Which.. isn't.. really gangster or anything.. but I just didn't know how to name it :) so, I looked Fresh Prince. And even our bandcoach came up to me to ask for an explaination of why I was wearing those clothes while I wasn't even black. But I just had to wear them because I was this other guy.&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home, but there was a Tasmanian devil following me around (seriously, they have teeth and are horrible killers) and I probably had done something to upset him, and everybody knows (?...); once a Tasmanian devil selected you as it's prey, it will not let you go. So that damn evil creature was following me around through the whole city, the city of Workum now, of course (where I lived most part of my life, and where my dad still lives) and I was running like a madwoman trying to keep some distance between me and the evil thing, and hoping I'd get home in time. But then I ran across the street and family friend, was in a van they use to pick old people up and drive somewhere, but I ran across the street (and I said that already) and then she died in the van, because of me (because of the devil)(the Tasmanian one) and then I went home and I wanted to tell my mum, who was standing outside of my dad's old museum, with some of her friends, but she was crying because she knew it already. But then everybody wanted to know what I wanted to tell, which was, that I killed the person we know. And then one of my mothers friends turned into a friendly smiling Paul de Leeuw. Which was, of course, the end of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those dreams that don't make you feel fresh and full of energy when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, SOOOO MANY WORDS IN ONE POST! I think it's time to stop. But at least there was something to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on zhe telly? I can't see it because of my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Buggleprincess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-389143011171977593?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/389143011171977593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-been-bad-bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/389143011171977593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/389143011171977593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-been-bad-bad-blogger.html' title='You&apos;ve been a bad bad blogger'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmgbKIs2OK0/TWwGY-5YvHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/kM5uEdP_qBc/s72-c/tumblr_lgnxbtqGh81qcxdnko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-4278338381216450371</id><published>2011-02-22T13:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:12:47.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><title type='text'>There is no hole where my heart should be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y-b-2wvfuQ/TWOm1HatBpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qDXrCHYUxMY/s1600/tumblr_lg7ftaAMDQ1qbgpwzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y-b-2wvfuQ/TWOm1HatBpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qDXrCHYUxMY/s400/tumblr_lg7ftaAMDQ1qbgpwzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576484195069134482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just got a blind spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Frieslaaaand having my hodilays and my cavations. Su tais.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has a home trainer, and it is legen.. wait for it.. hm.. I was hoping to find another word beginning with legen, but I couldn't find one, so I'll just go with the DARY.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really legendary.. but it is kind of awesome. It's just so chill cycling a bit while watching a movie without going out of the house in to the cold cold outside. Daimn chilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm waiting for a friend from Enschede (well, she lives in Deventer, but I know her because she's in my year) yes. &lt;a href="http://bloggenisvoorlosers.blogspot.com"&gt;Click &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have  blog together with a guy from our year: &lt;a href="http://www.uilversuspony.blogspot.com"&gt;LAF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it Dutch though.. or isn't it? roit! Wathataverrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nive day, a sunny day :) it's sunny&lt;br /&gt;but cold&lt;br /&gt;My but isn't cold, it's sunny but cold. Whathateverrrr.... sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;Aaait fo shizzle bye x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-4278338381216450371?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/4278338381216450371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-is-no-hole-where-my-heart-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4278338381216450371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/4278338381216450371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-is-no-hole-where-my-heart-should.html' title='There is no hole where my heart should be'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y-b-2wvfuQ/TWOm1HatBpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qDXrCHYUxMY/s72-c/tumblr_lg7ftaAMDQ1qbgpwzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-2363937253384989336</id><published>2011-02-16T11:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:37:16.355+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hold me in your arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2Jay9kPaa0/TVunpFhhx0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-E0lSDG7d5M/s1600/tumblr_leojj32QCp1qzxdqqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2Jay9kPaa0/TVunpFhhx0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-E0lSDG7d5M/s400/tumblr_leojj32QCp1qzxdqqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574233288100398914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sway me like the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I have such nice classmates! Yesterday we went to drink something in 'our pub' at 3, and though some people came and left, we stayed there 'till 8 in the evening haha. Just chatting about stuff, and also some very serious conversations, it was really nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/20PQBtyfNZY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nl_NL"&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/20PQBtyfNZY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nl_NL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je weet zelluf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm well.. I think I'll be going to school in a minute.. though the sky's turning pretty grey at the moment :s hope it's not going to rain just while I'm on my way to school.. &lt;br /&gt;Almost holiday! Yay :) Need to work my ass of though.. hopefully I'll be able to kick my own butt everyday (we say that, you need a kick under your butt. And we always get our sin) to actually do stuff.. because I have to!!.. but I already said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaait fo shizzle&lt;br /&gt;x Frizzle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-2363937253384989336?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/2363937253384989336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/hold-me-in-your-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2363937253384989336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/2363937253384989336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/hold-me-in-your-arms.html' title='Hold me in your arms'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2Jay9kPaa0/TVunpFhhx0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-E0lSDG7d5M/s72-c/tumblr_leojj32QCp1qzxdqqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-8301503745127664245</id><published>2011-02-14T08:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:33:47.463+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Pardonnez le mot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olAW2uyH8Ek/TVjhByg8irI/AAAAAAAAAPE/A59PMZV5jFI/s1600/tumblr_lftfny2sJr1qando9o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olAW2uyH8Ek/TVjhByg8irI/AAAAAAAAAPE/A59PMZV5jFI/s400/tumblr_lftfny2sJr1qando9o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573451959727065778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a nice weekend! Went to my grannie who lives nearby, my sister was there too. We played games .. all day, Phase 10 and Ligretto, and I'm definitely buying myself Ligretto too! At first I thought I could ask it as a present for my birthday.. but.. I think I want to play it today already haha :)&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm and they have a dog, Taika such a sweety pie. I miss having a little creature at home! I would love a cat, or a rat or maybe a mouse.. but well.. not really an option I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really nice, just sitting and chatting a bit, watching tv.. and then on the Sunday I went to an 'old' friend, I know her from way back in highschool ;) She lives in Arnhem and that's a really nice city.. all hilly and with a beautiful park. And she's got 2 amazing cats! Sweet, pretty and so playful :) (made me miss having an animal even more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today schoooool.. it's gonna be a loooong day.. I'll be going in about 45 minutes, but still have to shower first.. than solfege, notationlab, backingvocals practise, a break, singing class, little break, AML, break, pianolab, backings practise, band practise.. and by the time we had the bndpractise.. it's gonna be 8:30 in the evening... blah. Oh, and it's valentines day. Which.. I don't really care about, don't hate it, don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff shit.. found out I made a mistake making my Joan Osborne leadsheet.. I left out like.. a really big part, because I was listening to the Weird Al version while I was making it.. so STUPID. And I dont' really know how I'm gonna fix it now.. maybe make new one and upload that.. or just practise it the way I put it online.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of dots today :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine sweeties! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x Flava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-8301503745127664245?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/8301503745127664245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/pardonnez-le-mot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8301503745127664245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/8301503745127664245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/pardonnez-le-mot.html' title='Pardonnez le mot'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olAW2uyH8Ek/TVjhByg8irI/AAAAAAAAAPE/A59PMZV5jFI/s72-c/tumblr_lftfny2sJr1qando9o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-7346507634036730788</id><published>2011-02-09T21:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:50:34.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Umigawd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/111526/Kate+Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 376px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/111526/Kate+Bush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh.. with Bandlab we're doing a song by Kate Bush//Mother stand for Comfort&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna sing it.. but listening to it.. damn it's hard to sing! Her timing is weeeird and those melodies.. A very nice challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgkaZ4y3b0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nl_NL"&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/qgkaZ4y3b0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nl_NL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very weird song, right?.. Should listen more of her music. We're doing lots of awesome songs! Like: Erykah Badu//Stay  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRW5EptfC4M"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh really, take listen! I'm not singing lead, but the backings.. never done such though backings! But it's really awesome to do also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to do my The Sharks song with the band.. very exciting for me.. never done one of my own songs with a band before.. it's kind of like.. walking in the dark; I just have no idea where I should and can go.. will be lots of bruises and bumping I guess ;) but I bet it will be awesome! I just need to get an idea of what I want.. luckily my songwriter teacher is a genius at arranging, with his help it should awesome. I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-7346507634036730788?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/7346507634036730788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/umigawd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7346507634036730788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/7346507634036730788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/umigawd.html' title='Umigawd'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05261212476548748259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsFuQ6bt4xg/TlPoHBfwL8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/jbnS1IOVqxQ/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-14%2Bat%2B17.00.27.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-5533763334704221396</id><published>2011-02-08T09:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:48:28.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/TVD7hlspriI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Atlu1pf2yIk/s1600/168_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/TVD7hlspriI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Atlu1pf2yIk/s400/168_540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571229293530951202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I'm quite feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaarrr but again, nothing to say. Ran out of 4 things blablabla.. challenge whatever thingy. (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-o! I posted Frankie on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mMy_hXQmwAk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhmmm... so... Oooh I just found some 'live footage' (omg...)&lt;br /&gt;Here I was your Bird at Jonge Harten Festival (theatre).. oohh this was so harsh. Marco and I had just broken up. And just before the show I was crying and feeling fucked. And then I had to sing this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Vs4A9vmTG8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had come to me on the day before, all the way from Groningen to Enschede, and she came back to me to Groningen (where the festival was). Ohh she's such a sweety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oeh, and here is Mushrooms life in Effenaar, Eindhoven, being Wildbirds&amp;Peacedrums's support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SGmQoojULu0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the same show; Oh, Wikipedia.  cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_5oPoEli7ZI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see much but the sound quality is really nice I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought nobody liked my show there. But now I'm looking at it and listening, and I am very critical listening to myself, but I actually think it went kind of well! Especially since I had had some stress beforehand, since my piano wasn't working haha.. but the people there were really nice and in the end, as you can hear and see, it worked. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhhhh (gesus, lots of 'oooohh's' today eh?) it's SUCH NICE WEATER!!! I get all happy when it's like this :D .. and I feel like saying 'Aaaaahh ohhh the weather is SO NICE! IT'S JUST SOOO NICE!" all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the story morning glory?&lt;br /&gt;Session update: What if God was one of us, Karma Police&lt;br /&gt;and maybe Wicked Games by Chris Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-5533763334704221396?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/5533763334704221396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5533763334704221396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/5533763334704221396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/TVD7hlspriI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Atlu1pf2yIk/s72-c/168_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976535031539950207.post-3998477600101057475</id><published>2011-02-07T22:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:57:11.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Image'/><title type='text'>The train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/TVBqNK9T9bI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tW604pVnhL8/s1600/Black%2Bcoffee%2Bhelp%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/TVBqNK9T9bI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tW604pVnhL8/s400/Black%2Bcoffee%2Bhelp%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571069513569662386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how it makes me start drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making doodles like that a lot the last week.. just some random doodle with text like that. Keeps me busy :) And I like thinking of stuff I can say in just one line.&lt;br /&gt;The coffee eventually did help keeping me awake. I made a drawing saying that too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. anything to saayyy.....? Nay!&lt;br /&gt;x da is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3976535031539950207-3998477600101057475?l=1tp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/feeds/3998477600101057475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3998477600101057475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976535031539950207/posts/default/3998477600101057475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tp.blogspot.com/2011/02/train.html' title='The train'/><author><name>Anne-Fleur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810663975007586996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/S3e5XkvPL4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qANF9TxLwCs/S220/Schermafbeelding+2010-02-11+om+13.43.29.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_anHaSNGlnHc/TVBqNK9T9bI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tW604pVnhL8/s72-c/Black%2Bcoffee%2Bhelp%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
