<?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-7574040435891589268</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:46:34.613-07:00</updated><category term='Keiser Chiefs'/><title type='text'>Dream.....Do...Act...... and Achieve!</title><subtitle type='html'>With God on my side I have nothing to loose, only things to gain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-719656166252030870</id><published>2009-03-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:47:36.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa...Tanzania</title><content type='html'>Africa,&lt;br /&gt;Youve been on my mind a lot for the last two years... I cant egnore you anymore, so I took steps to come and see you... again.&lt;br /&gt;But I think this time its for real. I just wrote the base in Tanzania another email after they replied positive to my last one.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be interesting if I do decide to go over there sooner than later. Where am I gonna get the oney from... &lt;br /&gt;Dutch people are not the most generous once you know.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to save and ask for money from friends I guess. DOnt know if I could do that, ask... not to give it back to them.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel...I want to go. And at the same time I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;God...??&lt;br /&gt;Hello???&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will all become clear I guess. Im just gonna take this process step by step...&lt;br /&gt;adn hopfuly take off sooner than later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-719656166252030870?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/719656166252030870/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=719656166252030870' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/719656166252030870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/719656166252030870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2009/03/africatanzania.html' title='Africa...Tanzania'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1373653873263026057</id><published>2009-01-22T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:49:44.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smashing windows and scary noizes...</title><content type='html'>Its past midnight when Im going to bed at my work. I have a nightshift wich meens, I have the responsibliti over 20 young people, while their sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;But afte half an hour, I hear weird sounds coming from downstairs... It freaks me out. Sounds like someone is banging his head against the walls (i work with disabled kids...).&lt;br /&gt;But after 2 hours we (a colege and me) find out, that somone broke in to the room below me, and smashed the window with a stone. Blood is on the floor, and the safe is outside, empty, all the money gone.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fallow the trail of blood and it leeds up to one of the kids room (26 years old). Its very sad, but one of our own kids stole money from us. He is so broke and addicted to drugs and didnt know what else to do, so he decided to take his chance... Unbelieveble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One litle miracle, the litle kids I was looking out for upstairs where all a sleep, and didnt hear a thing! If they would have woken up....men, I dont even wanna think of what would have happend, but a lot of panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the police showed up and I gave them all the information I had, they took the litle thief with them, with my colege.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt sleep that night, offcourse, adrenaline was rushing trough my vains and my head kept spinning. I think I was kind of blaming my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nightshift is waiting for me tommorrow...yay....not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just so all of you know... I have amazing co workers, and I love my job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-1373653873263026057?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/1373653873263026057/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=1373653873263026057' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1373653873263026057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1373653873263026057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2009/01/smashing-windows-and-scary-noizes.html' title='smashing windows and scary noizes...'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-7505662044389222862</id><published>2009-01-18T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:42:45.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SXMVZ9lf43I/AAAAAAAAASw/8X4OPKv7cXk/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&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/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SXMVZ9lf43I/AAAAAAAAASw/8X4OPKv7cXk/s400/P1010011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292597522863219570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SXMUSjfYnUI/AAAAAAAAASo/KXRV7ryDPVg/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SXMUSjfYnUI/AAAAAAAAASo/KXRV7ryDPVg/s400/P1010080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292596296087543106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The churchbells ring. Loud and clear. &lt;br /&gt;Across my house is a huge cathedral and every saterdaynight and sunday morning the pastor (i guess) rings the bells. &lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes, wake up to the sounds of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless. My heart is beating fast, and I breath in. &lt;br /&gt;Im running, but my destenation is unclear. I see mountains passing by, an ocean, all different kind of people are cheering at me. People from all over the world, different collor skin. Im trying to figger out where I am, and where I am going to. &lt;br /&gt;Than I pass a desert, its cold there! (weird) The sand stings on my skin. And i close my eyes while I keep running. Sweat is dripping from my forhead, while I am running I trie to lift up my hand and whipe my forehead. But I almost trip.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing my body seems to do right is run. My legs are doing all the work, I dont even need to think. &lt;br /&gt;I run, and run.&lt;br /&gt;And there is no time for looking back it seems. I want to....I want to know what Im running from, but my neck is refursing to turn around, and my eyes are stubern they keep looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;I run and run.&lt;br /&gt;The sand makes place for a concrete road, and trees are apearing. Big trees, and very green. &lt;br /&gt;It starts to rain, and I keep running. My feet are sore, but I cant stop.&lt;br /&gt;The wind is strong and I bow my back a litle while running. Faster and faster I go.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear myself breathing, almost as loud as the wind, and my clothes are fillling up with water.&lt;br /&gt;Mountains apear in front of me, I leave the rain behind with the trees and all that is left are the mountains, grass and rocks. No animals, no people, the sky is bleu. I want to stop and sit down, and think about what just happens. But I cant. I get angry, and trie to stop my legs from running. I almost trip, but it doesnt stop me. &lt;br /&gt;I want to stop! I need to stop. &lt;br /&gt;I run up to a mountain. Its a big one, and covered in rocks and trees that look like they were harmed by a fire. &lt;br /&gt;I run and run and run... No times for pictures or a good look at the vieuw. I want to though, but its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than...finaly I feel my legs are slowing down. I can look at my feet again, they are still running but not so fast anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I trie to look around, but the higher I got the foggier it got. &lt;br /&gt;I stop. I cant go further. Im on top of a mountain. &lt;br /&gt;But I cant see where I am, or where to go next.&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are surrounding me. &lt;br /&gt;I lay down in the wet grass and feel the rocks underneeth the grass hit my body. &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The churchbells ring. Loud and clear. &lt;br /&gt;Across my house is a huge cathedral and every saterdaynight and sunday morning the pastor (i guess) rings the bells. &lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes, wake up to the sounds of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-7505662044389222862?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/7505662044389222862/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=7505662044389222862' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/7505662044389222862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/7505662044389222862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2009/01/restless-traveler.html' title='restless traveler'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SXMVZ9lf43I/AAAAAAAAASw/8X4OPKv7cXk/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-550636339588471046</id><published>2008-12-13T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:14:34.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SUOnF5xAMJI/AAAAAAAAASg/8NexHsIc7SQ/s1600-h/SNC10070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SUOnF5xAMJI/AAAAAAAAASg/8NexHsIc7SQ/s400/SNC10070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279246908055892114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women.&lt;br /&gt;What are we suppose to be in this world?&lt;br /&gt;What is our place, our specialty?&lt;br /&gt;These days it seems that women are everywhere, in advertisements, billboards, commercials... And most of the time its not about the person it self, but always about the way they look. What parfume they where, what kind of make up do they use to look that way, or on tv, in movies and musicvideo's their....naked....not always, but most of them are, right? Let me know if Im wrong...&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have lost a litle bit if what I could really be as a women, I got misled by all these images, and started to believe that that was truth. I started to live by the rules of these images, and somtimes still do. We all know how hard it is not to right?&lt;br /&gt;The life of a "lady" is not as simple as we sometimes think it might be. We yearn for safety, comfort and love and we wanna be treaded like princesses, and find that one treu love just like that. Without to much effort, and lots of romance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im reading a book called "SHE" written by Rebecca ST james, and Lynda Hunter Bjorklund. Its a very intence book, and teaches about the kind of WOMEN God wants us to be.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly...I skip some pages, just because they are so confronting and it hurts. I dont like to be hurt...&lt;br /&gt;Ill read them when I finish the rest I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it takes to be the women God intended you to be? I sure like to give all the answers to you, but I dont have them either. I meen, the bible does show some exemples of really strong and cool women. Like Esther, and Sarah, or Mariah who gave birth to our Savior Jesus Christ. And what about Ruth, a women full of pain after her husband died and by the grace of God found new Love and saved her family.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard in this world, in our day to day life to live up to be a women that God wants us to be. We wanna shine, we wanna be notesed, we need love and need to be cared for right? And some of us do the weirdest things to get that. We set a side our pride and shame somtimes to get attention from that special person, or we take on a job that is not what we expected it to be, but pays very very well, so you'll have all that money, but you're not happy.&lt;br /&gt;Where does it stop? I always believed that that moment would be when you found that one treu love, because from that moment on you dont have to do it on your own anymore... I know better now.&lt;br /&gt;So what does God want from you and me?&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard to find the answer at least for me it is. One of my friends gave me a very simple advise though..&lt;br /&gt;Just live life, and with every step you take, take it together with God. Make Him part of the dissisions you make and show him your doubts, your fear, just your life in general.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds very simple ey? But do we really do that? I dont believe that the girls on MTV, while they're shaking their buds in front the camera's, or me when Im going out dancing and hook up with random guys, truly involve God in that moment. I rather have Him wait outside of the club and catch me when I walk out.&lt;br /&gt;But its time to change that.&lt;br /&gt;God loves us women. He created us.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna do this, every step I take, work, family, lovelife, going out, dancing, art,writing, singin' all the things in my life that I love to do, and I want to grow in, I have to share them with God. I want to grow with Him, not like before on my own, and on my terms.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of women are we ment to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-550636339588471046?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/550636339588471046/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=550636339588471046' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/550636339588471046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/550636339588471046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/12/struggeling.html' title='Struggeling'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SUOnF5xAMJI/AAAAAAAAASg/8NexHsIc7SQ/s72-c/SNC10070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6678916611149820773</id><published>2008-11-24T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:09:38.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SSrRAlc_YiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OYLx5wRxd-s/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SSrRAlc_YiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OYLx5wRxd-s/s400/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272256121774498338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a month back in the netherlands, after another trip to San DIego California! It was amazing, met old and new friends and now Im working on the idea and plan of a art/music festival there with some other people.&lt;br /&gt;Ive surfed my bud off in the pacific ocean and enyoind the sun, nature and all the times we went out on litle roadtrips, sleepovers, and movies! Thanks you to all my friends there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SSrRd2ysiyI/AAAAAAAAASY/LsaoyQ3j-GE/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SSrRd2ysiyI/AAAAAAAAASY/LsaoyQ3j-GE/s400/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272256624645147426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes why time goes so incredible fast and how I can stop it from going on for a day or two... Just to chill and think things over. Our lives seemed to be lived faster and faster, and sometimes we dont have time for the things that should be so importend to us. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day that I got back to Holland till today I feel like time is ticking to fast. A few things in these last weeks have happend that made me think more and more about life, the time I have here on this planet, God, meening of life, my timing, Gods timing and what not.&lt;br /&gt;For exemple three weeks ago, I was working and getting the kids ready for school (not mine, the ones that I work with; the handicapt kids) and my phone rang at 7 in the morning. Not a normal time to recieve a phonecall. I picked up and my dad told in a few words and a sad voice that his brother,my uncle had past away the night before.&lt;br /&gt;He was only 47, and leaves his wife (my aunt) and his three boys behind. Because I was still working and that needed my focus I hung up the phone with the words; What? Ill call you back when Im done in a few hours". After work I sayd down and cried for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of is why...&lt;br /&gt;My family is a very close family, my dad is one of the 9 children, and now one of them past away very sudden. I called my grandma, she cried unstoppable on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;There we're several phonecalls that day with my mom, dad and sisters, and other family members.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts realizing that during those confersation, I couldnt comfort anyone. The pain and the lost is not explainble and the tears are there, but the words are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funural was intence and long with about 300 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant believe that he is gone for good. My uncle was one of a kind, and I know he is missed every day.&lt;br /&gt;Unexplainble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week I have been fighting Gods love. You know how that feels? If you know the storie of Jacob fighting God for real with his hands.....I kind a feld like Him. My life is far from perfect, I make mistakes all the time, not mistakes like eating out of my roomates cookiejar (eventhough I sometimes do that too...) but mistakes as in not realising what my words can do to someone, or not wanna listen to a good advise, dancing to long and ending up kissing a guy that I find out later has a girlfriend. Several mistakes..... Im not trying to be a holy person here ok?! I like to mess up sometimes and learn, just making that clear, but when the mistakes start to mark your life its not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have feld God tapping me on my shoulder and trying to get my attention, and I might have turned my face to see Him, but most of the time I would just keep walking. And not listen to His loving advice. Sometimes its doesnt feel like His love you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people that are not christian...I think since we all have a commont cence, and we know what is wrong and right.... you get it right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that peace back, I want God back in my life more than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6678916611149820773?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6678916611149820773/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6678916611149820773' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6678916611149820773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6678916611149820773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SSrRAlc_YiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OYLx5wRxd-s/s72-c/P1010022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-3295516914602492732</id><published>2008-08-21T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:01:32.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start and more to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tDNbTV4I/AAAAAAAAANc/N5wdx07UFG4/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tDNbTV4I/AAAAAAAAANc/N5wdx07UFG4/s400/P1010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032212357142402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tDQx1m9I/AAAAAAAAANk/YpGCpM7GDPs/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tDQx1m9I/AAAAAAAAANk/YpGCpM7GDPs/s400/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032213256969170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tEI6aLlI/AAAAAAAAANs/39iSgrkQTPs/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tEI6aLlI/AAAAAAAAANs/39iSgrkQTPs/s400/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032228325305938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tEUjehGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BG5iL_FmQv0/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tEUjehGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BG5iL_FmQv0/s400/P1010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032231450346594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tE-8BT0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/YvHFxrlpaBg/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tE-8BT0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/YvHFxrlpaBg/s400/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032242827579202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(couldnt get these last pics straight...o well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mooved into my new house. Actually it's my friends house, and Im renting one of her rooms! Its almost finished. It looks very cool and we're having a blast together. Its nice to have someone around, but still have your privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she brought her cat, called "Aagje". A crazy and funny one.&lt;br /&gt;So its a new start. A new place. I have a very nice room, and a very cozy livingroom!&lt;br /&gt;We still need to put up some paintings and the kitchen (including the dishwasher..!!) need the finishing touch, but its amazing how much this place changed from what it looked like a couple of months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new house, my new job, and new adventures in San Diego to come, Im ready. Im refreshed, and exited! Life is good like this!&lt;br /&gt;God provides all the things we need, not always the things that we think we need, but He sure knows like no other what we have to have! And with that....I see a whole new futere opening up. Surrender and giving my heart to the Lord is hard and I dont like it most of the time. Im a very stubbern girl, but God has teached me to soften my heart and Im not as restless as I use to be.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is a place and time for everything. But on Gods timing those things grow to be at their best and most beautifull.&lt;br /&gt;Its not MY life...Its not about what I want. God is the source of it all, everything starts with Him.&lt;br /&gt;I am learning now to start my day by telling God and remembering my self that everything I recieve is from the Lord. That He knows what is best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every action has its reaction, and Gods reaction is still the best!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-3295516914602492732?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/3295516914602492732/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=3295516914602492732' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3295516914602492732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3295516914602492732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-start-and-more-to-come.html' title='A new start and more to come'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SK2tDNbTV4I/AAAAAAAAANc/N5wdx07UFG4/s72-c/P1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-8373003264154748369</id><published>2008-07-23T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:01:19.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything like a dog-heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&amp;amp;l2=photo&amp;amp;l3=show&amp;amp;media_id=303597694&amp;amp;media_secret=0Y2v"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&amp;amp;l2=photo&amp;amp;l3=show&amp;amp;media_id=303597694&amp;amp;media_secret=0Y2v" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&amp;amp;l2=photo&amp;amp;l3=show&amp;amp;media_id=303597694&amp;amp;media_secret=0Y2v"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&amp;amp;l2=photo&amp;amp;l3=show&amp;amp;media_id=303597694&amp;amp;media_secret=0Y2v" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SIdNckP0rwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/URlT1MAo9cA/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SIdNckP0rwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/URlT1MAo9cA/s320/P1010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226231045748469506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went all the way up to Groningen to see my parents and one of my three younger sisters. Not really to visit them... The trainride there was way to long and my stumic felt realy realy weird the whole ride. I tried not to crie but I think some of the tears escaped and they wet my sunglasses.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SId_32H-q_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/HMJOUFWmwYU/s1600-h/303597694_6_0Y2v-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SId_32H-q_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/HMJOUFWmwYU/s320/303597694_6_0Y2v-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226286489985264626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day my dad called, telling me that my dog, Saar, was to old and sick and she and they couldnt do anything else but put her to sleep.... Forever. She died last night, in the presence of my mom and dad and my sis. The two youngest couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible, and went so fast. For almost 12 years this dog was a big part (if not the biggest) of our family. And grew up with us (all the four girls). When I was younger I took her out for hours walking a long the dykes and she would always chase the horses there.&lt;br /&gt;She was very very sensetive. When I had a bad they Saar would always put her head on my knee and lifted one leg up...very funny. And she could sing!!&lt;br /&gt;But this last year wasnt a good one for here, our cat died, (those two were crazy about eachother, slept in the same place) and she got really nervous. When my family would leave the house she would barfkall day and she bit every single thing she could find... Poor dog.&lt;br /&gt;She didnt like to be alone anymore, she got older and woke my parents up during the night with here noizes and barking!&lt;br /&gt;So last night we decided it was enough, and she deserved her rest.&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard to see her go. I cried, and I wasnt exepccting that it would hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;My parents found a place on a farm to bury her at a farm. Wich was a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wander if there is anyting like a dog-heaven.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-8373003264154748369?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/8373003264154748369/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=8373003264154748369' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/8373003264154748369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/8373003264154748369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-there-anything-like-dog-heaven.html' title='Is there anything like a dog-heaven?'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SIdNckP0rwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/URlT1MAo9cA/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6066051641199765405</id><published>2008-07-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:57:39.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjULEpKP7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/iGM55_1Tf2o/s1600-h/122786078_3_tRZ3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjULEpKP7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/iGM55_1Tf2o/s320/122786078_3_tRZ3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222157054626119602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjT4N84FKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R763x_ReHvo/s1600-h/122786076_3_mVKq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjT4N84FKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R763x_ReHvo/s320/122786076_3_mVKq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222156730707219618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjTyPzB2wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/G37nlwDreXA/s1600-h/122786075_3_TRhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjTyPzB2wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/G37nlwDreXA/s320/122786075_3_TRhu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222156628123572994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjT9U2bWuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3EAeI_ZTD8o/s1600-h/122788249_3__aB-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjT9U2bWuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3EAeI_ZTD8o/s320/122788249_3__aB-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222156818458565346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjSemjMNTI/AAAAAAAAALw/vGHEh7uPxJ4/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjSemjMNTI/AAAAAAAAALw/vGHEh7uPxJ4/s320/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222155191122146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjUE-d_f-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-Qg2dAXw7ZM/s1600-h/130191826_3_fzdv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjUE-d_f-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-Qg2dAXw7ZM/s320/130191826_3_fzdv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222156949889449954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjRhB6d9LI/AAAAAAAAALA/bJ6qhbonDHE/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjRhB6d9LI/AAAAAAAAALA/bJ6qhbonDHE/s320/P1010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154133315646642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjStHCrRYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Le3JKnPknF0/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 273px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjStHCrRYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Le3JKnPknF0/s320/P1010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222155440362308994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjPzjwREvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RH-19UgLrRg/s1600-h/Photo+931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjPzjwREvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RH-19UgLrRg/s320/Photo+931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222152252614054642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many and they're all different! Some live close, others I have to find on the other side of the world! But I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjSVYmANNI/AAAAAAAAALo/9DWST-QoVA4/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjSVYmANNI/AAAAAAAAALo/9DWST-QoVA4/s320/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222155032757023954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjSKa3HaUI/AAAAAAAAALg/M6ih9bhfFEo/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjSKa3HaUI/AAAAAAAAALg/M6ih9bhfFEo/s320/P1010013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154844387109186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjRvZbGBNI/AAAAAAAAALI/8i1qoEgX4Ts/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjRvZbGBNI/AAAAAAAAALI/8i1qoEgX4Ts/s320/P1010005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154380144674002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjR_SpC5BI/AAAAAAAAALY/3pymwkKGdY8/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjR_SpC5BI/AAAAAAAAALY/3pymwkKGdY8/s320/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154653202048018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see a lot, others I catch up with every year, month or sometimes even after 2 or 3 years. But its always good, and never weird, even though time has passed! (You who Im talking bout right NYorker?!)&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed with all these people around me. With facebook, myspace, hyves, twitter, and all those other "stupid"  network its so freaking esey to keep in contact, that we sometimes forget what its like to actually put an effort in friendship. Ive realized more and more how importend all my peeps are to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that I can call in the midle of the night and cry with for hours, or just crack up over the most silly things. Friends that will remind me sometimes who I am, and what should be importend in my life. I have friends that I can go out with and wont yell at me when I act crazy or funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have to say, I prob have the most amazing friends ever...all over the world, and I keep making new ones! I love that part of life, meeting new people figgering out what they are all about. Sometimes I hit my head as we call that in dutchland, when you think you can trust someone or think someone is a friend. That only happend a few times, and it helps me realize who are my real friends! I am soooo blessed!&lt;br /&gt;So you guys and you know who Im talking about! I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjRV05GFUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XtbFmP2s-Co/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjRV05GFUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XtbFmP2s-Co/s320/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222153940841665858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjR1XbcgrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HSDzAMhtzZo/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjR1XbcgrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HSDzAMhtzZo/s320/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154482688492210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6066051641199765405?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6066051641199765405/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6066051641199765405' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6066051641199765405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6066051641199765405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SHjULEpKP7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/iGM55_1Tf2o/s72-c/122786078_3_tRZ3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-451885014905893135</id><published>2008-06-10T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:10:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellisimo Ollanda!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dutch ORANGE supporters on their way to the stadium, the swiss folks had no idea...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7eYYZ48WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NDMvPcX-sTo/s1600-h/legioen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346329363509602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7eYYZ48WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NDMvPcX-sTo/s320/legioen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the day-after....and still almost every dutch person has a smile on their face!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder, cuz we beated the hell out of Italy yesterday, the worldchampions, they lost....Italy got killed on the field, the we're flabbergasted when the first ball hit their goal, when the second goal was there they we're stunned and when the third one hit the net, you could see that the tears were coming!!! lol!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amsterdam turned orange again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At half time my friend and I decided to walk around a bit, in the citycenter, and it was such a cool admosphere!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By that time it was 2-0, not knowing the dutch team was going to score one more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photo's of the dutchies and the orange-support as we call them! We not only dress the best, we sing the best, we behave the best and the city Bern in Switserland (thats were the game was at) looked orange, poor swiss!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7ee7ws2rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/drao3rrplpQ/s1600-h/1-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346441933642418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7ee7ws2rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/drao3rrplpQ/s320/1-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347116279826994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7fGL5XCjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_ECxsuOerjU/s320/3-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7e_beskEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/phL9yp8aMI0/s1600-h/2-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347000203874370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7e_beskEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/phL9yp8aMI0/s320/2-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3-0!!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7fl0zfoWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/glhoVUaKVlo/s1600-h/verslagen+italiaan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347659837022562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7fl0zfoWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/glhoVUaKVlo/s320/verslagen+italiaan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how you look when you get your ass wooped!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-451885014905893135?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/451885014905893135/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=451885014905893135' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/451885014905893135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/451885014905893135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/06/bellisimo-ollanda.html' title='Bellisimo Ollanda!!!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SE7eYYZ48WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NDMvPcX-sTo/s72-c/legioen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-2674827032414277461</id><published>2008-05-16T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:20:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE CHAIRMASAGES!!!! (I have to practise...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night I had my first class since a couple of years... But it wasnt anything like school.&lt;br /&gt;Im doing a course that teaches you how to do a proper chair-masage!!!! Its so cool! Im learing all about the musles in our body's and how much pressure you can use on someones back... Its really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only hard thing for me is that Im not that tall, you know, and my model was a dutch guy, almost 2 meters tall.... So I literly had to clime up on the chair and lean into him...so funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 4 hours we worked all different kinds of tasks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First the back, than the shoulder and than the arms. Next week we'll learn how to work the neck and head. It's fun to practise...cuz the second half of the night I was suppose to be the model, and the guy who I modeld for has been doing relax-masages for the last three years so he was really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SC2JVDkrmCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/exz4rEngqhc/s1600-h/stoelmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200964139512207394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SC2JVDkrmCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/exz4rEngqhc/s320/stoelmas.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait to go again next week. And when I make it till the end, and actually gratuade (hopefully in two months) I can buy my own "chair"go to the park/ beach or company's and offer my masage skills for a litle bit of money!! Great way to make some extra cash right?! For anyone who likes to be a model for me...let me know, I have to practise at home, and Im getting a chaire soon, so I can give you one for free!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-2674827032414277461?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/2674827032414277461/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=2674827032414277461' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2674827032414277461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2674827032414277461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/05/free-chairmasages-i-have-to-practise.html' title='FREE CHAIRMASAGES!!!! (I have to practise...)'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SC2JVDkrmCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/exz4rEngqhc/s72-c/stoelmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6572802630760076449</id><published>2008-05-10T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:04:39.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world and its heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Without a doubt this week was one of the weirdest and unexpected of the last year I think. Most of the things that happen in your life you kind of expect or at least though about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But with my plans to go to San Diego rather sooner than later, I never thought things would become so clear to me as they did this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have a great job working as a nanny right now, but its not what I want to do for the rest of my life. Because I needed extra cash and had plenty of free time next to this job I desided to look into  a second job. One that would fit my skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I ended up aplieng with an organisation in my hometown and they invited me over to meet. Litle did I know what was gonna happen. I asked them if they had some holes to fill in their scedule, or maby some of their workers were sick and I could fill their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;As I walked into the building I hear loud kidsvoices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ive been working with handicapt kids and adult over the last 6 years, and love it! This was a daycare where the kids come during the day and have their own programme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The voices come closer and I see a litle guy sitting in a wheelchair looking at me. His eyes stared in to mine, curious. A loud overwhelming sound comes out of his mouth and he starts laughing. I smile..... walk up to him and reach out my hand. He grabs mine and starts riding his wheelchair...I have to run with him, strong as he is I cant let go, and so I run with him trough the hallway...crazy...but loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;These kids are seriously amazing. They have so much joy and are so honest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Finaly he lets me go, and I walk up to a lady, she leeds me into a room where I will have the meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;After an hour I leave. My smile on my face has left and made place for a surprised open mouth... As I walk to my bike and cicle home I realize that I just got a fulltime job offered!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This would meen I have to end my current job, and will be making so much more money...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ive had some financial differculties lately, this was the right timing, the right job....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its just that I wanted to go to San Diego right now! Im so stubbern. God has been showing me several times to leave it up to Him. " My timing will be perfect..." I guess it is...cause my trip to San Diego will still be hapening, just a litle later, and I found out that around that time the tickets will be almost 300 euro's cheaper too... I guess this is it, this is how God takes over sometimes. Gives us oppertuntities and shows us that we dont even know what we can do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;He is so faithfull!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;For the next few months everything is gonna chance...Ill moove into my new house with Alise, and start my new job soon hopefuly, I do need to quit my current job. That is gonna be hard... That litle guy has become the love of my life and I dont know how its going to be without him! But I know things will be ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;To let go of your own will and let Gods will take over....I still dont know how people do it. But I know I fight that part of my relationship with God. When I want something I have the habbit to want it really bad and forget that this life is not mine, that the truth will hit me, and that God willl in the end (becuz I do want t o) show us what is best for us. His ways can be such a surprise and on the other hand, its not always fireworks, most of the time we just need to deal with life the way it is. With its responsebility's and sorrows. but with  God its just a litle different. Its kind a like builiding a house with someone you love mostly...building on a future and doing that with someone you trust. Someone you know that care's for you. That will put the right windows in the house, the best door, and the best furniture. Still you can choose in wich chair you want to sit, or weather you open or close the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;His love...knowing that when I walk away from Him, I only have to turn around and reach out my hand. No mather how far we walk away from Him, he will always be right behind us, to catch us when we fall or gently push us in the right directions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;All we have to do is let Him do that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Trust and Love, Hope and Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The bible is full of Gods love for us, His promises and wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I find it very hard to live without Him. Him telling us (in the bible) that He loves us, He cares for us and even in this crappy world, He is with us. We are His children and He wants us to endup in the right place. There is no doubt that God is like a Father, one that never fails us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its hard to realize that He does love me, me completely. With all the mistakes I make.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;He loves you.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6572802630760076449?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6572802630760076449/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6572802630760076449' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6572802630760076449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6572802630760076449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-and-its-heaven.html' title='The world and its heaven'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-3373552914991509503</id><published>2008-05-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:23:39.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that time again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIcSznT5GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NmNM9rXmzUo/s1600-h/P1010096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIcSznT5GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NmNM9rXmzUo/s320/P1010096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197748029357286498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again, when summer hits holland, when the temprature goes above 20 degreece, ducth people go crazy... Everyone goes outside, city's are packed with people sitting on the sidewalk or riding their bikes....thousends of bikes....everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles on the faces, the kids outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIa8TnT5FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tvxrtQlLkU4/s1600-h/P1010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIa8TnT5FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tvxrtQlLkU4/s320/P1010019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197746543298602066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, we know how to celabrate the summertime. After the last months with lots of rain and the dark days, we dutchies are ready to get out and get some sunshine on our pale faces!&lt;br /&gt;Its that time again, you call your friends and gather in the vondelpark in Amsterdam, or ride your bike to the beach and enyoi th northsea, and a good glass of rose....yummm!&lt;br /&gt;When your legs and bud are sore from biking, your mouth dry from the air, and the moment you hit the shower you realize that you got sunburned really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIcxjnT5II/AAAAAAAAAJo/XYJU6m9Nla8/s1600-h/P1010080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIcxjnT5II/AAAAAAAAAJo/XYJU6m9Nla8/s320/P1010080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197748557638263938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIccDnT5HI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HoT55wG5zH0/s1600-h/P1010081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIccDnT5HI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HoT55wG5zH0/s320/P1010081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197748188271076466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we dutch people love our short and most of the time its rainy, summer!&lt;br /&gt;But for the last week we had awesome sunshine, and I got the chance to go to the beach, to enyoi my friends company, chill at one of the best musicfestivals of holland, fix my new place so I will soon be living there, and have romantic moments with cute guys...&lt;br /&gt;O yes, this summer will be good, this summer will be different from all the others...&lt;br /&gt;As I finsih drinking my glass of rose in the garden in the late eveningsun I realize, that the best is yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIddDnT5JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hPmNNwdfW3Y/s1600-h/P1010110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 291px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIddDnT5JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hPmNNwdfW3Y/s320/P1010110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197749304962573458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SUMMERRRRR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-3373552914991509503?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/3373552914991509503/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=3373552914991509503' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3373552914991509503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3373552914991509503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-that-time-again.html' title='Its that time again...'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SCIcSznT5GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NmNM9rXmzUo/s72-c/P1010096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6704519377119322241</id><published>2008-04-13T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T05:36:47.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet</title><content type='html'>It is You&lt;br /&gt;so holy&lt;br /&gt;It is you&lt;br /&gt;and you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hands open I wait...&lt;br /&gt;for answers, for clear guidens...&lt;br /&gt;but your mystery only shows me&lt;br /&gt;that You care&lt;br /&gt;that you wont let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my eyse wide open,&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the daylight&lt;br /&gt;and wait untill you will show Yourself&lt;br /&gt;I hear nothing&lt;br /&gt;Its silent its quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I am&lt;br /&gt;waiting for You to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;for I am your child&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I am&lt;br /&gt;not knowing your will&lt;br /&gt;confused by Your power&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I am&lt;br /&gt;Your hands resting upon me&lt;br /&gt;Blessing the ways that I go&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I am&lt;br /&gt;unfoulding my fingers&lt;br /&gt;I come undone&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I am&lt;br /&gt;On my knees.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble you came and showed what realy love was&lt;br /&gt;Humble you came and you told us the truth&lt;br /&gt;Humble you came and your right was with us&lt;br /&gt;Humble you came but it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord teach me to lay down my rights&lt;br /&gt;teach me to sit still by your side&lt;br /&gt;teach me to let go&lt;br /&gt;to forgive and recieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for You&lt;br /&gt;thank you for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the door and walk out in the daylight&lt;br /&gt;knowing you're with me, beyond understanding&lt;br /&gt;laying my life down and believe that you Love me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6704519377119322241?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6704519377119322241/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6704519377119322241' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6704519377119322241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6704519377119322241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/04/quiet.html' title='quiet'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-328141706182906027</id><published>2008-04-08T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:18:05.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;thats what "my place" is right now...or actually my friend Alise's place... We're about to go insaine over all the work that we still have to do... But my friends...when its finisched....you will not believe your eyes... You will close them...and open them again...and when you actually see what we and an amazing dad, some cool friends and one guy that we arnt really sure of what he did... you will be thrilled!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So will we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I tell you, its hard to keep up a good additude when your homeles. and you so badly want to moove into that sweet litle very old house accrosse from one of the most beautiful dutch churches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. it will be good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out! : My old place, getting packed and moving my stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186969569435197138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vRV3byHtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eu3Noz6vcQg/s320/oude+kamer+pakken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alise getting her wall done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186969264492519106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vREHbyHsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/i6c6QK9nZ_g/s320/Alise+stuukt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186969861492973282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vRm3byHuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pZDXUbSQpwg/s320/stuuken+een+end+weg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This wall looks awesome now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this poor thing has been dead for a long, long time... Herman found him behind two walls... the mummie retuns!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970102011141874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vR03byHvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/huivQFtfKc4/s320/the+dead+mouse....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See here our fireplace....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970411248787202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vSG3byHwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vWNVOhl5kUA/s320/our+fire+place.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a litle surprise after the wall came down! This is my new home! :&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970664651857682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vSVnbyHxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/piU8ZXKpQAI/s320/home!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our vieuw!!!! Beautiful!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970875105255202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vSh3byHyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bXrjhYpYpUc/s320/the+vieuw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-328141706182906027?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/328141706182906027/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=328141706182906027' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/328141706182906027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/328141706182906027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/04/under-construction.html' title='Under construction...'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vRV3byHtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eu3Noz6vcQg/s72-c/oude+kamer+pakken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-417014527580446856</id><published>2008-03-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:04:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vPp3byHrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8rHm3ChSA8Q/s1600-h/new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186967714009325234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vPp3byHrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8rHm3ChSA8Q/s400/new+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was memorable....&lt;br /&gt;I went to a dutch "art-barber" called; "kinky-kappers" to see if they could take my dreads of...&lt;br /&gt;And they did...I have short hair...and my curls are coming back....its really weird, but Im very glad that I went.&lt;br /&gt;The girls that did my hair, they needed more than one person.., becuz it was very hard to get my dreads out worked on my hair for 3 hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;First they cut them of, and left about 5 centimeters dread on my head...I looked like clown...than they put conditioner in my hair....a whole botle and startet to lubricate my hair...&lt;br /&gt;Than the worst part.....three girls started to get all my dreads out wit a comb...and that hurted!!!! Everyone that was in the shop came by to take a look, apparently it was a very interesting process...&lt;br /&gt;All it was doing to me.....I was in pain....for almost 3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to see how much hair I had left on my head...and finaly one of the girls cut it...and it looks awesome...I think! Im happy!&lt;br /&gt;Back to short hair....but I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-417014527580446856?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/417014527580446856/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=417014527580446856' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/417014527580446856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/417014527580446856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-was-memorable.html' title=''/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R_vPp3byHrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8rHm3ChSA8Q/s72-c/new+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-7418752173683955717</id><published>2008-03-22T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T05:24:03.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw the BUNNY.....</title><content type='html'>As Jesus kneels down in the garden of Getsemane, and His deciples/friends/brothers wait for him at the foot of the hill, he closed His eyes and asked God to stop all that was His plan in the first place. Jezus was scared and nervous, He knew what was going to happen, and also knew that it was something that had to be done! This is what the bible says;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R-T4lXbyHoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-_sKokBTIYw/s1600-h/ELSE+JEZUS+IN+GEBED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R-T4lXbyHoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-_sKokBTIYw/s400/ELSE+JEZUS+IN+GEBED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180538792212307586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane. When they got there, he told them, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” &lt;div class="p"&gt;  &lt;span class="v"&gt;37 &lt;/span&gt;Jesus took along Peter and the two brothers, James and John. &lt;a title="Note (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:note('ly000012','img000012');"&gt;&lt;img name="img000012" src="http://www.biblija.net/images/opomba.gif" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="ly000012" class="opomba-layer"&gt;z &lt;span class="fr"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&amp;set=3&amp;l=en&amp;pos=1&amp;qall=0&amp;idq=0&amp;idp0=33&amp;m=%4D%74+26.37');"&gt;26.37&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="fq"&gt;the two brothers, James and John: &lt;span class="ft"&gt;The Greek text has “the two sons of Zebedee” (see &lt;a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&amp;set=3&amp;l=en&amp;pos=1&amp;qall=0&amp;idq=0&amp;idp0=33&amp;m=%4D%74+27.56');"&gt;27.56&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; He was very sad and troubled,  &lt;span class="v"&gt;38 &lt;/span&gt;and he said to them, “I am so sad that I feel as if I am dying. Stay here and keep awake with me.”  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p"&gt;  &lt;span class="v"&gt;39 &lt;/span&gt;Jesus walked on a little way. Then he knelt with his face to the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, don't make me suffer by having me drink from this cup. &lt;a title="Note (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:note('ly000013','img000013');"&gt;&lt;img name="img000013" src="http://www.biblija.net/images/opomba.gif" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="ly000013" class="opomba-layer"&gt;a &lt;span class="fr"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&amp;set=3&amp;l=en&amp;pos=1&amp;qall=0&amp;idq=0&amp;idp0=33&amp;m=%4D%74+26.39');"&gt;26.39&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="fq"&gt;having me drink from this cup: &lt;span class="ft"&gt;In the Scriptures “to drink from a cup” sometimes means to suffer (see the note at &lt;a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&amp;set=3&amp;l=en&amp;pos=1&amp;qall=0&amp;idq=0&amp;idp0=33&amp;m=%4D%74+20.22');"&gt;20.22&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; But do what you want, and not what I want.”  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p"&gt;  &lt;span class="v"&gt;40 &lt;/span&gt;He came back and found his disciples sleeping. So he said to Peter, “Can't any of you stay awake with me for just one hour?  &lt;span class="v"&gt;41 &lt;/span&gt;Stay awake and pray that you won't be tested. You want to do what is right, but you are weak.”  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p"&gt;  &lt;span class="v"&gt;42 &lt;/span&gt;Again Jesus went to pray and said, “My Father, if there is no other way, and I must suffer, I will still do what you want.”  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p"&gt;  &lt;span class="v"&gt;43 &lt;/span&gt;Jesus came back and found them sleeping again. They simply could not keep their eyes open.  &lt;span class="v"&gt;44 &lt;/span&gt;He left them and prayed the same prayer once more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p"&gt;  &lt;span class="v"&gt;45 &lt;/span&gt;Finally, Jesus returned to his disciples and said, “Are you still sleeping and resting? &lt;a title="Note (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:note('ly000014','img000014');"&gt;&lt;img name="img000014" src="http://www.biblija.net/images/opomba.gif" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="ly000014" class="opomba-layer"&gt;b &lt;span class="fr"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&amp;set=3&amp;l=en&amp;pos=1&amp;qall=0&amp;idq=0&amp;idp0=33&amp;m=%4D%74+26.45');"&gt;26.45&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="fq"&gt;Are you still sleeping and resting?: &lt;span class="ft"&gt;Or “You may as well keep on sleeping and resting.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The time has come for the Son of Man to be handed over to sinners.  &lt;span class="v"&gt;46 &lt;/span&gt;Get up! Let's go. The one who will betray me is already here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R-T4u3byHpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/If7R4BjqeyQ/s1600-h/ELSE+JEZUS+VERHOORD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R-T4u3byHpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/If7R4BjqeyQ/s400/ELSE+JEZUS+VERHOORD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180538955421064850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He knew that it was Gods plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant emigane how terified Jezus most have been, knowing what was going to happen. But He loved/loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you and me, and gave His life for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easter, and its not about the easterbunny or painting eggs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real meening of easter is one that goes way back, and is THE FOUNDATION of my faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;Because of  that moment, those days, when Jezus was cruisified and risen from the death again, I can know live with God, have this amazing and loving relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;I think if you and I would take a litle more time to spend with God, we would come to understand more and more His treu and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R-T5G3byHqI/AAAAAAAAAII/3Gjz31IWklw/s1600-h/ELSE+JEZUS+GEKRUISIGD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R-T5G3byHqI/AAAAAAAAAII/3Gjz31IWklw/s400/ELSE+JEZUS+GEKRUISIGD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180539367737925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; deep love for us. A love that is beyond the love we are looking for here on earth. His love is even better than what we feel when we like someone, or when we get married.&lt;br /&gt;Gods love is tru love, and tru love is real, tru love makes us long for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus made a promise before He died... He told His deciples He would raise from the death, and meet them again, a life....&lt;br /&gt;And He did, before he went to heaven to sit at Gods right hand he showed up and showed the wholes in bouth His hands, becuz even He told them before, they wouldnt believe it was Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is about; giving up, sacrafising, new life, a new begin, and hope.&lt;br /&gt;Screw the bunny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is A LIFE!!&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/7574040435891589268-7418752173683955717?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/7418752173683955717/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=7418752173683955717' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/7418752173683955717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/7418752173683955717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/03/screw-bunny.html' title='Screw the BUNNY.....'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R-T4lXbyHoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-_sKokBTIYw/s72-c/ELSE+JEZUS+IN+GEBED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1594469593327021584</id><published>2008-03-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:54:13.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does a bday meen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R991FkOrM4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/T_uTthqjtBg/s1600-h/else.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178986834984383362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R991FkOrM4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/T_uTthqjtBg/s400/else.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever thing back when you turn a year older? Thoughts like; "I cant believe this year went by so fast", or "I wish I did this and that different", or maby even, "if I could do this year over Ill do it different??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These kind of questions have been running trough my mind lately. In two days Ill be turing 25, and I must admit that that age sounds freaking old. Ill get use to it...&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;My 24th year living has been a crazy one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totaly not what I expected it to be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost everything that happend was one big surprise, some were very nice and others were absolutly not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this last year has been one of the years Ive grown so much and at the same time have been falling flat on my face about a thousend times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to another country...the other side of the world, somthing I had never done before, and honestly I never though I would. But since I know what its like, I cant wait to go again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;San Diego has become one of my favorite places!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned to surf, to skateboard...I kissed guys from all over the world, brazille, ozzy's, kiwi's americans... Never thought that would happen... no regrets either! ( not all in one week...ofcourse...lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love madly, gave it all, and had to loose it again....lets just hope I learned from that...never again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got great jobs, quit one of them resently and started another one that I never thought I'd like so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, Im mooving out of the appartment that Ive been in for the last 5 years and Im mooving in with one of my best friends...another change...a good one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than two weeks now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, overall its been a good year....litle bit of a rollercoaster...but that fits me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that my 25th year will be a litle different, no more heartacke than I can handle, and more travels!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adrenaline I've had rushing trough my vains for the last 3 months have been great. Knowing Ill be back in SD in july is such a blessing, and the creative ideas just dont stop coming. I wander what is in store for me...&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I go....Im turning 25....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have all the freedom of the world...God has been faithfull even when I turned my back on Him, He never stopped showing me His love and grace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im loving it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(no not mcdonalds!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-1594469593327021584?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/1594469593327021584/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=1594469593327021584' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1594469593327021584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1594469593327021584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-bday-meen.html' title='What does a bday meen....'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R991FkOrM4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/T_uTthqjtBg/s72-c/else.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1999186926922704295</id><published>2008-03-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:19:03.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R8sZf9OXnTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PBRMuQbvkgE/s1600-h/AD-WTLB02~Words-to-Live-by-Faith-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173256633766616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 483px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="483" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R8sZf9OXnTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PBRMuQbvkgE/s400/AD-WTLB02~Words-to-Live-by-Faith-Posters.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I went to church...&lt;br /&gt;For me not a comment thing to do, cuz I use to go to the eveningservices, but I wanted to check out this church in Amsterdam, and they dont do eveningservices....so I had to get up earlier and skate my way trough Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this story with you, the speaker told us, when he tried to explain gods justice and righteousnesse to us. Its a differcult topic.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;he theme of the service was "God as a judge".&lt;br /&gt;This is a treu story.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years a go, in China, there were to brothers. One of them, the youngest, had a wild life and was drunk a lot. He went out every night, didnt have a job, stole money from people, and hung out in the streets....bad guy, you get the idea!&lt;br /&gt;One night he got into a fight and killed the guy that he was fighting. He stabbed the man with a knife. Kicked him in the face and he went back home.&lt;br /&gt;Still drunk he did realize what he just did, and when he took a look at his white tshirt he realized it was soked with blood, from the guy he just killed......&lt;br /&gt;Than he heard the policesirence coming closer and closer... He took his tshirt of and hid it under the couch, slipped trough the back door and left...&lt;br /&gt;His older brother who was sleeping in another room heard his younger brother stumble, and crieing in the livingroom, fallowed by the slamming backdoor.&lt;br /&gt;He went in to the livingroom, and notesed the bloody tshirt hidden under the couch.&lt;br /&gt;He heard the policesirence, now infront of their house.&lt;br /&gt;It only took him a second to realize what happend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached down to pick up his younger brothers tshirt and dressed him self in it. The smell was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;As the police came in he lifted his hands above his head, and told the police he killed the guy, and that he was the man that they were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older brother happend to be a christian, and took the guild that his younger brother should have had. The older brother got the deathpanelty and died for something he didnt do. But he saved his younger brother from guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years the younger brother got some comment sence and became a christian. He realized what his older brother did for him, but feld so guilty. He could nt bare it and went to the police, after he shared the story with them, and they looked it up in the system, cuz it happend years before, they didnt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;"I killed this men", the younger brother told them, "You should punish me"...my older brother was innocent.&lt;br /&gt;But the police told him to leave;"there has been a crime and someone allready has been punished for that. We cant punish you anymore. Its done. Its a done case....&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother was a FREE MAN. His brother took his punishment for him, so he could live a free life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the simularities??&lt;br /&gt;That is what jesus did for us.&lt;br /&gt;Its not an easy thing to accept, to be honest, I think I keep fighting the idea that someone else loves me somuch that he wants to be with me no mather what, and to make that happen, he lets his only son carry my sins and die for me. Who the hack would do such a thing. Its not logic is it??&lt;br /&gt;I realised this morning that there is only one way to deal with this truth...by just excepting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that really hit me was the different way of looking at jesus this morning. The speaker challenged us to see Jesus as a GUILTY man when he hung at the cross. He was far, far away from God. Thats what sin does to us....&lt;br /&gt;The speaker sayd; when God looked down upon his only Son, he saw a sinfull man, and he was, cus He (Jesus) carried all our sins at the cross!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing He raise from the death.&lt;br /&gt;Our since are allready punished...by Jesus....God doesnt punish you again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesnt meen ofcouse when you kill someone, its ok....and you can just walk away from it.....&lt;br /&gt;there are consequences when you do sertent things here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you can live your life, thinking, "my since are paid for so why would I care....I dont, Ill just live my life and see what happens when I die...whatever...."&lt;br /&gt;Or you can accept, wich I think is way harder, that Jesus ones did die and took our sinse with Him..........by His blood we are clean......so we can live a pure life with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wich one will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R8sWr9OXnSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nS2THHPYM4w/s1600-h/jezus+aan+het+kruis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173253541390163234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R8sWr9OXnSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nS2THHPYM4w/s400/jezus+aan+het+kruis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-1999186926922704295?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/1999186926922704295/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=1999186926922704295' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1999186926922704295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1999186926922704295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing-story.html' title='An amazing story'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R8sZf9OXnTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PBRMuQbvkgE/s72-c/AD-WTLB02~Words-to-Live-by-Faith-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1747469742341876680</id><published>2008-02-17T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:47:10.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ODE TO THE BEST SINGER SONGWRITER EVER!!! david....simply david!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emagine your love for some one is so big that all you wanna do is talk about him or her... You just cant help it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its a great and crazy feeling, and when Im in love I always write songs and poems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But there is one guy...and Im not in love with him, but I do love His songs, that has it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me introduce you to David! If he would be still alive He would be a very very old men. He lived more than 2000 years a go in the hills of Israel, where he was a shepperd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;His story and his amazing songs are written down in the bible. Not only is his story just very awesome and even exiting to read, his songs are very deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He is a treu poet!&lt;br /&gt;David went trough a lot of sh*t, he cheated, he killed, he was in danger of being murdered by the king, etc. Just read in the bible, even if you dont believe that there is a God, his story is cool enough just as it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;David had an intence relationship with God... He trusted despide all the shit he did and happend to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He wrote his feelings down. They're called the psalms, and still millions of people read them and sing them. So this guy did it, if he would be alive now he would def got a golden record....I think more than one! He would be a rockstar, a big one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;David. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A simple man that wrote amazing lirics, that still, describe a lot of our emotions to day. Some are like prayers others like lovesongs. Some are very depressing, others are beautiful and ment to praise God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;check this one out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its Psalm 139, you might have heard of it before....&lt;br /&gt;(A psalm by David for the music leader.)&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Is Always Near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have looked deep&lt;br /&gt;into my heart, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and you know all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know when I am resting&lt;br /&gt;or when I am working,&lt;br /&gt;and from heaven&lt;br /&gt;you discover my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You notice everything I do&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before I even speak a word,&lt;br /&gt;you know what I will say,&lt;br /&gt;and with your powerful arm&lt;br /&gt;you protect me&lt;br /&gt;from every side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't understand all of this!&lt;br /&gt;Such wonderful knowledge&lt;br /&gt;is far above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7k3WbNU76I/AAAAAAAAAFI/LFk6ScKDVlU/s1600-h/Afbeelding+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168222905784659874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 468px" height="400" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7k3WbNU76I/AAAAAAAAAFI/LFk6ScKDVlU/s400/Afbeelding+042.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where could I go to escape&lt;br /&gt;from your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;or from your sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I were to climb up&lt;br /&gt;to the highest heavens,&lt;br /&gt;you would be there.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to dig down&lt;br /&gt;to the world of the dead&lt;br /&gt;you would also be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suppose I had wings&lt;br /&gt;like the dawning day&lt;br /&gt;and flew across the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Even then your powerful arm&lt;br /&gt;would guide and protect me.&lt;br /&gt;Or suppose I said, “I'll hide&lt;br /&gt;in the dark&lt;br /&gt;until night comes&lt;br /&gt;to cover me over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But you see in the dark&lt;br /&gt;because daylight and dark&lt;br /&gt;are all the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;who put me together&lt;br /&gt;inside my mother's body, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and I praise you&lt;br /&gt;because of&lt;br /&gt;the wonderful way&lt;br /&gt;you created me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everything you do is marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;Of this I have no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about me&lt;br /&gt;is hidden from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was secretly woven together&lt;br /&gt;deep in the earth below,&lt;br /&gt;but with your own eyes&lt;br /&gt;you saw&lt;br /&gt;my body being formed.&lt;br /&gt;Even before I was born,&lt;br /&gt;you had written in your book&lt;br /&gt;everything I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cross-reference (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:xref("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your thoughts are far beyond&lt;br /&gt;my understanding,&lt;br /&gt;much more than I&lt;br /&gt;could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I try to count your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;but they outnumber the grains&lt;br /&gt;of sand on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;And when I awake,&lt;br /&gt;I will find you nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How I wish that you would kill&lt;br /&gt;all cruel and heartless people&lt;br /&gt;and protect me from them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They are always rebelling&lt;br /&gt;and speaking evil of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know I hate anyone&lt;br /&gt;who hates you, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and refuses to obey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They are my enemies too,&lt;br /&gt;and I truly hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look deep into my heart, God,&lt;br /&gt;and find out everything&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't let me follow evil ways,&lt;br /&gt;but lead me in the way&lt;br /&gt;that time has proven true. &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/7574040435891589268-1747469742341876680?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7k3WbNU76I/AAAAAAAAAFI/LFk6ScKDVlU/s72-c/Afbeelding+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6429696739944238709</id><published>2008-02-15T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:51:42.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're all I want, You're all I need, You're Everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should all take a look at this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It opened my eyes....again...... Its sad how many time God has to show us how much He loves us and cares for our lives!! At the same time it's amazing, and unbelieveble, that God cares so much for you and me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the lirics in the song sound; How can I stand here with You, and not be mooved by You....! Every moment I choose to be with Him I get mooved by His love and His mercy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my short life (yes I am almost 25 but that doesnt meen I am OLD! ;) ) I have messed up so many times, I broke prommises and friendships, I have struggeled with things that no one knows about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like you...Im guessing...since we're all human.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still Gods love runs trough my vains...again... And again He tells me His love for me is unconditional and tru. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so much more than I could ever emagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is not a God that tells us to leave as soon as we mess up, but every time we do, He comes closer to us and tells us to trie again this time with Him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167204057937670034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7WYtrNU75I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANYDIiXk2U8/s400/de+lucht+in+het+vliegtuig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I trie again........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you! I love You Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6429696739944238709?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6429696739944238709/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6429696739944238709' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6429696739944238709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6429696739944238709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-all-i-want-youre-all-i-need-youre.html' title='You&apos;re all I want, You&apos;re all I need, You&apos;re Everything!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7WYtrNU75I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANYDIiXk2U8/s72-c/de+lucht+in+het+vliegtuig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-4331647518664053294</id><published>2008-02-13T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:35:29.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home....or not....</title><content type='html'>Its two am, and I finalily fall a sleep in my own bed. Still recovering the jetlag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open again... As I get dressed the sun shines in to my room and warms the floor. Nice! I put on my short skirt and tinktop, grab my flipflops and my new longboard an head outside for a ride!! The smile on my face hurts my cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes for a second and listen to the weels hitting the road. Its almost a perfect ritme, for a new not written yet, song. The trees are passing by, and I can smell the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I lay down, and watch the sunset, the waves finishing my song. I cant believe how beautiful it is here, the grass is supergreen, the sky pure bleu, and my skin is getting tanned!&lt;br /&gt;Someone buys me a coffee and I pick up a bagel at Kona's. Breakfest outside is the best right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back downtown I meet up with some friends and we head to a club to dance our bud of! Its great, the beat, the music, the people, the drinks....&lt;br /&gt;I look over and a guy with big blond curls smiles at me. He grabs my arm and we start dancing together... Im surprised, he's an awsome dancer!!&lt;br /&gt;Than after a long sweaty night of dancing he walks me home, kisses me goodnight and dissapears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired and want to go to bed, but cant find it.... Have I been drinking that much? No, thats impossible, I never drink to much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knock on a door.... again, but no one anwers...&lt;br /&gt;Than after a few times trieing I hear someone else knocking... What the.....&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes, look into my own room and see its dark and cold outside. My roommate knoks on my door asking me if I got home yet, and how my trip to San Diego was...&lt;br /&gt;I sit up, hit my head against the sealing (grmbl!!!!) and listen to the rain. Its freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.... I am back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7LHnbNU74I/AAAAAAAAAE4/xP_eOdvuQ1w/s1600-h/koudkoud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166411202679861122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7LHnbNU74I/AAAAAAAAAE4/xP_eOdvuQ1w/s400/koudkoud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-4331647518664053294?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/4331647518664053294/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=4331647518664053294' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1628340434507163411</id><published>2008-02-11T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:23:33.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for Jessie!</title><content type='html'>As I met Jessie and got to know her a litle more she inspired me to write this song;&lt;br /&gt;her art inspired by the death of her father made me feel so small, and realise how short and fragile life is;&lt;br /&gt;JESSIE this is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he left you&lt;br /&gt;you know he was going to&lt;br /&gt;his death his face inspired you&lt;br /&gt;and the letter you wrote&lt;br /&gt;is like an ode&lt;br /&gt;to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you go on and with a future before you&lt;br /&gt;still the pain left and the tears to explain&lt;br /&gt;but you are strong and let it all in&lt;br /&gt;with a new open door to go trough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the power and the wisdom&lt;br /&gt;its the life and love you came from&lt;br /&gt;its an open ending and will never close&lt;br /&gt;its the rain that stops the silence&lt;br /&gt;its the world that tells you all&lt;br /&gt;that life goes on and there is no time to&lt;br /&gt;stand up or fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you breath and break&lt;br /&gt;you create and take&lt;br /&gt;make it yours make it yours and believe&lt;br /&gt;that your future is here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-1628340434507163411?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/1628340434507163411/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=1628340434507163411' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1628340434507163411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1628340434507163411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/02/song-for-jessie.html' title='Song for Jessie!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-2713956109972098168</id><published>2008-02-11T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:18:25.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From San Diego back home and a song for Jessie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7BLDrNU73I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZCdUqY4l1QE/s1600-h/Afbeelding+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165711299104272242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7BLDrNU73I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZCdUqY4l1QE/s400/Afbeelding+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7BKsLNU72I/AAAAAAAAAEo/77EWnzNsAPE/s1600-h/Afbeelding+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After three weeks away Im back home. And its good, but I do miss San Diego and the people I met there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure how good this holiday was. With all my expectations and goals, I kind a feel like I failed. But than again, I got home yesterday and still have a yetleg so, Im just gonna give it some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides all my thoughts and goals I had a good time being there. Meeting the people I met and being surrounded by all their creativiti was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find San Diego a city where so many creative people live. Close to the beach and with almost always sunshine you just wanna make and create things, right, sing etc. Its an interesting place to hang out for a while, and I still have the desire to go back again, hopefully in may but def in june!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It depense on my job and financial situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully Ill be able to live out what I stand for than, and live up to my believes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now Im having a hard time finding an answer to my question what do I believe. But thats good I guess, it makes me think again about what I stand for, and what place God has in my life. And I know, that this is a good place to be in, trieing to figger stuf out. Struggel with things in life is never a bad thing! It makes us grow and I believe that everytime we strugle, fall down and stand up again, we come closer to the person that God desires us to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don need to focus though, and that was hard in San Diego. Testing my faith is not one of my favorite things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that the people that I met saw a litle bit of Gods grace and His beauti in me. He is the one that created me, and for that I cant do anything else but let Him in and be thankfull for this amazing time! All good things come from Him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing to figger out, what is good and what is bad, or wrong and write....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I am blessed with great new friends, a great time, and a desire to go back to this beautiful city and sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-2713956109972098168?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/2713956109972098168/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=2713956109972098168' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2713956109972098168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2713956109972098168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-san-diego-back-home-and-song-for.html' title='From San Diego back home and a song for Jessie'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R7BLDrNU73I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZCdUqY4l1QE/s72-c/Afbeelding+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-2782149602297585775</id><published>2008-01-25T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:02:39.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?? Ill spell it out for you!</title><content type='html'>After three days Im still ill, and my voice in completely gone. I have do idea what is going on. But it sucks cuz it stops me from going out or talking to people. And all I can do is just hang around the hostel and sleep, or watch a litle tv. Agnus, one of the guys here, from Norway..(i love europeans!) has been taking care of me a litle bit. As I had to go out at some point to by food, I gotta eat you know..., he asked m to write down what I wanted, so I went with him to the store, and he did the talking. That was kind of funny, I think some people thought I was deaf and some thought I was just retarded... We had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;But I  can tell you, I love San Diego. Its so great. The first day I arrived we went to a market in Ocean Beach, they had fresh food and awesome cheap shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Loving it.&lt;br /&gt;Im just hoping I get my voice back soon.... If not...it will be really quiet in San Diego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-2782149602297585775?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/2782149602297585775/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=2782149602297585775' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2782149602297585775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2782149602297585775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-ill-spell-it-out-for-you.html' title='What?? Ill spell it out for you!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-8852539152979821411</id><published>2008-01-23T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:41:24.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchhiking from LA to SD!</title><content type='html'>I know its probebly not the smartest thing to do when your a girl and traveling by your self. But after my friend didnt show up at the airport in LA and I couldnt go anywhere, I desided to go with the offer of two gentleman and getting a ride with them with a car that they were gonna rent. One of the men lives right across from the Hostel that I was gonna stay at, so I just  gave it a shot...it was  5 in the morning by the time we left, and I was excausted! I was very aware of what I was doing, and had my right fist ready to punch.....&lt;br /&gt;But after Ali dropped the one gentlemen off at his place he drove me all the way to the hostel, on top of that he payed  for my first night.... I didnt ask for anything, but he insisted. In the car we had great confersations,  he was a moslim,. Im a cristian....yeah, that was an interesting confersation! Those discussions can be hard but we just laughed, and listened to eachother! It was great. Just to bad it was 6 in the morning, he lost his suitcases and I lost my voice, thats how tiered I was...&lt;br /&gt;Anywas, I got at the hostel and one of the girls reconized me helped me out with a bed and I slept like a baby!&lt;br /&gt;Less fun is the fact that they are doing construction here, and my room is next to the room that is under construction and all my clothes are covered in dust. Luckely they desided to moove me upstairs with the staff where I have my own room now! :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Ill be going to Pacific Beach with two of guys that I met here at the hostel. Should be fun checking that place out again. Im not sure if we can surf, the sun is out, but with my healthcondition I dont think its very good right now. I need a good night sleep! And I will, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Anywas, San Diego is still lovely, its a nice invirement and when I get my voice back I can do the jobintervieuws I had planned. For now I cant even wisper...Its so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings  from San Diego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-8852539152979821411?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/8852539152979821411/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=8852539152979821411' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/8852539152979821411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/8852539152979821411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/01/hitchhiking-from-la-to-sd.html' title='Hitchhiking from LA to SD!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1810557504760407942</id><published>2008-01-20T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:17:08.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hollywood.....</title><content type='html'>I have arrived safely...after a freakin' long and terrible flight I arrived at LAX LA yesterday and Danny picked me up... His blond (bleeched)  hair freeked me out at first :). But its so great to see him again and hang out! With him and two friends, Rachel and Heidi, we went down to see a moovie, but because Danny drove the wrong way we missed the moovie. So We just went for a drink. Im still really tired and a litle overwhelmed by the richness here and the freaking expensive cars like mazzaradi's and superpimped other brands. What a different world out here! We drove down sunset boulevard thats where Im staying for a couple of nights with Danny and his brothers and the rest of the guys from Goodbuy Elliot. Im exited to go to San Diego in a couple of days and meet of with some friends I met a long the road last time I was there.&lt;br /&gt;Just a quik updat.....&lt;br /&gt;More soon....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-1810557504760407942?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/1810557504760407942/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=1810557504760407942' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1810557504760407942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1810557504760407942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-hollywood.html' title='Hello Hollywood.....'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1636283465117868717</id><published>2008-01-18T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:21:42.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Im flying to the other side of the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R5BhbQka86I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6LJdiy0U_uI/s1600-h/else+by+donny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156728694271308706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R5BhbQka86I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6LJdiy0U_uI/s400/else+by+donny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im leaving on a yetplane, dont know when Ill be back again.......you know that song right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommorow at 10 am my plain will be leaving Amsterdam, take me to Atlanta and from there another plain will be waiting to take me to LA! I have no idea what to expect from this city...and no clu if Im going to like it. But I know that Ill be seing a good friend again, Danny, and that should be fun! And Im hoping to meet up with Stephanie, another friend I havent seen for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like last time, wich was my first time flying btw (besides a few years ago to England but that doesnt count, its 45 minutes in the air and thats it...), I am not nervous at all. Supercalm...its almost weird. Im hoping and praying that this trip will reveal more of my idea to go and live in San Diego in june. (There Donny, thats your answer! ;) ) There are a few things I want to do when Im down there, looking out for several jobs. Im in contact with a girl I met trough a friend here, that works for this volunteer organisation "big brother/big sister" and hopefully get a volunteerjob with them. Its an awesome organisation. And than there is still the desire to work for this nonprofit organisation Invisable Cildren. But Im not sure if this will pay me, so I might have to look out for a crappy job that pays me some money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im exited. Exited for all the things that will be coming my way, and exited to see where God wants me to be. Cuz I know that time is a big thing, and my experience is that Im most of the time 2 steps a head of God, and He calls me back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Im taking of tomorrow, trusting in Him and knowing He will be faithfull to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So read my blog next time, and you'll know what's new!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-1636283465117868717?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/1636283465117868717/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=1636283465117868717' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1636283465117868717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1636283465117868717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/01/tomorrow-im-flying-to-other-side-of.html' title='Tomorrow Im flying to the other side of the world!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R5BhbQka86I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6LJdiy0U_uI/s72-c/else+by+donny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-3853174501762457048</id><published>2008-01-12T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:22:53.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiterunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4jl3gka84I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gH05chja02g/s1600-h/filmposter+de+kiterunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154622515323794306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4jl3gka84I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gH05chja02g/s400/filmposter+de+kiterunner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my family,mom-dad-and my three younger sisters and I went to the cinema to see the moovie The Kiterunner. Some of  you might have read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by this moovie, its like art, the shots, the city of Kabul, and deserts of Afganistan. Beautiful. This moovie shows bouth sides of these, still in war, countries. The biautiful nature, and the people and there way of living there lives, and than there is the Taliban, te regime that kills women and men who dont fallow their rules. Its a moovie that touched my soul more than any other moovie has ever done. This one is so real, and at the same time, when a women is beeing stoned you realise that it is very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very impressed by the way the actors and writer dealed with the issues of the taliban. Its just sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I wont write the whole storie down, no you should go and see the moovie for your self. It is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a tearrunner, and sometimes funny, but in an emotional way.&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate, fear, human rights, pain, but also the joy of a child, the beauti of the countries and the people.....&lt;br /&gt;And the loyalty that a servant shows his master......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone; go see "THE KITERUNNER" !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4jo2gka85I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3XIAvVXA5Gs/s1600-h/the+kiterunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154625796678808466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="131" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4jo2gka85I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3XIAvVXA5Gs/s400/the+kiterunner.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview&lt;br /&gt;Director:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0286975/"&gt;Marc Forster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/wga"&gt;(WGA)&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1125275/"&gt;David Benioff&lt;/a&gt; (screenplay)&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1672161/"&gt;Khaled Hosseini&lt;/a&gt; (novel)&lt;br /&gt;Release Date:10 January 2008 (Netherlands) &lt;a class="tn15more inline" onclick="(new Image()).src='/rg/title-tease/releasedates/images/b.gif?link=/title/tt0419887/releaseinfo';" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419887/releaseinfo"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Sections/Genres/Drama/"&gt;Drama&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="tn15more inline" onclick="(new Image()).src='/rg/title-tease/keywords/images/b.gif?link=/title/tt0419887/keywords';" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419887/keywords"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagline:There is a way to be good again.&lt;br /&gt;Plot Outline:After spending years in California, Amir returns to his homeland in Afghanistan to help his old friend Hassan, whose son is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Plot Synopsis:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419887/synopsis"&gt;View full synopsis. (warning! may contain spoilers)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot Keywords:&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/keyword/controversial/"&gt;Controversial&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/keyword/taliban/"&gt;Taliban&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/keyword/child-rape/"&gt;Child Rape&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/keyword/flea-market/"&gt;Flea Market&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/keyword/stoning/"&gt;Stoning&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="tn15more inline" onclick="(new Image()).src='/rg/title-tease/keywords/images/b.gif?link=/title/tt0419887/keywords';" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419887/keywords"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards:Nominated for 2 Golden Globes. Another 1 win &amp;amp; 3 nominations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-3853174501762457048?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/3853174501762457048/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=3853174501762457048' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3853174501762457048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3853174501762457048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/01/kiterunner.html' title='The Kiterunner'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4jl3gka84I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gH05chja02g/s72-c/filmposter+de+kiterunner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6428438141898941847</id><published>2008-01-10T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:16:38.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trieing to find a job on the other side of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4aJVAka81I/AAAAAAAAAD4/rCXiOC0wSFk/s1600-h/Afbeelding+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153957817595130706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4aJVAka81I/AAAAAAAAAD4/rCXiOC0wSFk/s400/Afbeelding+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's excousting....searching for jobs on the other side of the world by only using the net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the kind of person that walks into an office and asks for available jobs or I just give the family (since Im a family- counseler..but apperantly they dont have those in San Diego) a call and get them to want me. Untill today that always worked for me. I never had all the paperwork and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got the job simply by talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess I wont be able to use my smooth-talking-skills (in a positive way, people) with these jobs. I have to fill out all the forms, and proove them by writing that I am the best possible person that they should hire.... I hate it! It makes me feel small and insecure. My english is wel, not perfect, and writing english is ok, but far from perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit down behind my computer again, and keep searching. I cant live there without a job, and besides I want to work, its such an amazing oppertunitie for this dutch girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are about to close, everywhere I look I see the computerscreen and my back hurts from sitting in the same position for saveral hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4aJuQka82I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OU4h-ailWEc/s1600-h/Afbeelding+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153958251386827618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4aJuQka82I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OU4h-ailWEc/s320/Afbeelding+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Why is it so differcult sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I know, ones I find a job and Im hired, thats the moment the real paperwork starts, and I am not only talking about the normal paper, also the moneypaper...you know, I have to pay to get a VISA, or to applie to get english lessons at the international school in La Jolla!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So today I went out and met up with some people that are either thinking about mooving to SD, or ARE mooving there in the summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Isn't it weird, some of them Ive known for a while others got in contact with me when they found out I was thinking about mooving too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Its kind a strange, but as I prayed for people around me in the same position just a litle wink from God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I guess I have to keep trusting that His ways will be much better than mine. So that's what I do, and also realizing that I do have a responsbility to take care of stuf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So here I go again, emailing the right person, trieing to use the right words and "selling" myself as a good employe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And I got some new contacts in San Diego, so I want to send them an email to about my plans, they might be able to help me out when Im there, and dreaming with me about our (h)art&amp;amp;soul festival that I want to organise there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Who knows.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;For now....I close my eyes think really deep and start an other letter......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153958814027543410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4aKPAka83I/AAAAAAAAAEI/n9San7bu4VQ/s320/Afbeelding+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6428438141898941847?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6428438141898941847/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6428438141898941847' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6428438141898941847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6428438141898941847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/01/trieing-to-find-job-on-other-side-of.html' title='trieing to find a job on the other side of the world'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4aJVAka81I/AAAAAAAAAD4/rCXiOC0wSFk/s72-c/Afbeelding+260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-4781647382967783394</id><published>2008-01-08T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:09:33.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great start of this new year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PkRgka8vI/AAAAAAAAADI/rIiv-Qqk8wo/s1600-h/vliegend+het+nieuwe+jaar+in!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153213388093584114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="153" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PkRgka8vI/AAAAAAAAADI/rIiv-Qqk8wo/s400/vliegend+het+nieuwe+jaar+in!.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure most of you are done with the holidays, cristmas is over and so is the newyears-vibe... The cristmastrees are all to be found on the streets in my hometown Haarlem, its kind a sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hope you guys had a good new year start! I def did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Courtney, from Detroit (put your hands up for detroit...I love that city.... yes that one) came over for a conference, but also stayd with me a couple of days. It was great to see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PkZQka8wI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zzfesevcdso/s1600-h/courtney+en+else+in+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153213521237570306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="97" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PkZQka8wI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zzfesevcdso/s400/courtney+en+else+in+2008.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didnt expect us to get a long the way we did. Like sisters. She told me all her secrets, even some I didnt wanna know....but you know, she didnt care ;) We went hunting for toiletpaper, made dutch pancakes, hung out and trie to watch moovies but never seem to make the end cuz we would talk all the time, and the best part.....besides good company, prayers and sisterlove, were the amount of clothe that she had with her for these 10 days :D . Courtney brought two huge suitcases with her, and so when she had to go to the airport this morning at 5.30am!!! I had to come with her.....well I offered, I like the airport and had to go to work anyways, so. But she wouldnt have made it on her own with those big bags!!! It cracked me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, a shout out to you Courtney, cheers on the best and biggest stroopwafels ever, great tea, good confersations, and your cough, to the trains and your wobbley shoes (how's your en&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PlaAka8zI/AAAAAAAAADo/ClM3uPMh1QE/s1600-h/Else+en+Courtney+aan+de+coke!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153214633634100018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PlaAka8zI/AAAAAAAAADo/ClM3uPMh1QE/s400/Else+en+Courtney+aan+de+coke!.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kel) and to my date and you hottie!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it and Ill miss you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newyears was at Dwaze Zaken, a cafe in Amsterdam. DJ Joost who I must say is kind a cute, and DJ Rikko delivered the music and we danced, smiled and cheered! See the pics. It was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PlGgka8yI/AAAAAAAAADg/n3k-Gjjd8JE/s1600-h/de+meiden+met+oud+en+nieuw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153214298626650914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PlGgka8yI/AAAAAAAAADg/n3k-Gjjd8JE/s400/de+meiden+met+oud+en+nieuw.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153214028043711250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4Pk2wka8xI/AAAAAAAAADY/e9cmuXg1zb4/s400/kus+van+Dieuw.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One litle negative thing, the fog. At 6 am as we (me and my friend) drove back to haarlem by car, had to drive so slow, we couldnt see anything and it took us almost an hour-and-a-half to get to Haarlem!!! (This is normaly done in 30 minutes by car!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clouds everyhere.....spooky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now its 2008, my friend alise bought a house, and Ill be mooving in with her very soon, Ill be going to LA and meet with Danny who I havent seen for at least 2 years and go to SD surf the waves and might end up with a job....if the Lord wants it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153215033066058562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PlxQka80I/AAAAAAAAADw/AyJS6egSd2o/s400/vliegend+het+nieuwe+jaar+in!.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-4781647382967783394?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/4781647382967783394/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=4781647382967783394' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4781647382967783394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4781647382967783394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-start-of-this-new-year.html' title='A great start of this new year!!!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R4PkRgka8vI/AAAAAAAAADI/rIiv-Qqk8wo/s72-c/vliegend+het+nieuwe+jaar+in!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-5080725561136563225</id><published>2007-12-21T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:02:43.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a white new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2u5aQka8uI/AAAAAAAAADA/19yoCUcwXAI/s1600-h/weerfoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146410859976389346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2u5aQka8uI/AAAAAAAAADA/19yoCUcwXAI/s400/weerfoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2u5UAka8tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_DwzGxLqN5A/s1600-h/sneeuw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146410752602206930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2u5UAka8tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_DwzGxLqN5A/s400/sneeuw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just a litle note, letting you know Amsterdam is coverd in a really thin layer of snow. Its beautiful. I always get up really early around 6am, walking the streets at that time is like walking in a fairytell right now. With everyting being white. As if someone draw a really thin line around the builings, bridges, the hundred bikes, and the lights. It takes your breath away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So...yeah, I must admit I like this, but than on the other hand, knowing Ill be in San Diego in less than a month, makes me more exited. Cuz when all my friends here in Holland are still stuck in the cold, Ill be enyoing some real sunshine over there and surf the pasific ocean.&lt;br /&gt;But for now I look out of my window, realizing it started snowing again, fine powder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who know's........ we might get a white cristmas after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7574040435891589268-5080725561136563225?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/5080725561136563225/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=5080725561136563225' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/5080725561136563225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/5080725561136563225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-white-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and a white new year!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2u5aQka8uI/AAAAAAAAADA/19yoCUcwXAI/s72-c/weerfoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-4806778520309889443</id><published>2007-12-19T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:12:30.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a cheap ticket to the states!</title><content type='html'>I got one....its for real now, I just bought a ticket that will bring me to the states!&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited, I have a holiday, but still get payd as if I work, and I have a ticket that is cheap!!! I just found out that a really good friend of mine is also mooving to San Diego....all these thing make me realy happy!! yey!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;So, soon Ill be flying out and visit my long-time-not-seen friends and brothers (they're famous!) The Stimacs, Danny, Jon, and Chris! Should be awesome! (Also known as Goodbey Elliot!) Cruising the streets of LA, free place to stay....! yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Than Ill take the train ( o yeah) to San Diego, im exited about that litle trip, and about all the people that Ill be meeting again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-4806778520309889443?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/4806778520309889443/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=4806778520309889443' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4806778520309889443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4806778520309889443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/12/cheap-ticket-to-states.html' title='a cheap ticket to the states!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6752539397764132617</id><published>2007-12-14T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:05:49.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot chocolat from a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2LwGwka8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZhWePBiMurc/s1600-h/omafia.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143937723318072002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2LwGwka8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZhWePBiMurc/s400/omafia.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 o'clock in the morning, my alarm goes off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn on my back and trie to feel my left arm. Than I open my eyes, its pitchblack in my room, and as I unwrap my self out of my blanket I can feel the cold air touching my skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than in one second jump out of my bed, deside to skip the shower this morning (we do not have a heater in our bathroom..) and get dressed as quikly as I can. SO COLD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close the litle window (hate sleeping with my windows closed, even when its freezing out) and turn on my heater. Although I know, its not gonna help much, by the time I have to leave for work it will still be cold in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when Im done breakfast and packing my bags I dare to go out at 6.30 am. Its still pitchblack...I keep walking, and litle cloudes are leaving my mouth as I breath out. I think back of the summer, when its light at 6 am, and warm just a few minutes later, when the sun wakes me up instead of the noizy sound of my alarm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I catch my train just intime, a guy comes sitting next to me. Its to early for me to talk and think at the same time, all I need to focus on now, Im thinking, is not forgetting to take my bag with me when I leave the train as I get to Amsterdam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy smiles at me. I cant....I cant smile back. Please, I think, leave me alone, Im going to make a complete fool out of my self when I have to talk this early. I keep looking at the wall infront of me, the bright TLlight glowing on my face....and we all know how that makes us look dont we?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And than it happens, I so hoped it wouldnt, but it does.....The guy next to me opens his mouth, breaths in and starts to talk; "where are you off to so early?" Oooooh, no, questions, what time is i....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"work" I say, realising that that is my first word of the morning, prob didnt sound to cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He smiles again, than I see his green eyes, lovely smile and his shoes (yes, they are importend!!!). Hm, atleast someone knows how to look cute at 6 in the morning. As I look around me I see no one is notesing our litle confersation and keeps reading their paper or keeps sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get myself together again and look at this hansome young men. Its not his fault I have a bad morning, and Im still freezing right? So I tell him in a litle more words where I am going, and what my day will be like, adding the fact that its very cold... yes, I did say that...pff, well its still early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what happend, but as in a second this guys comes sit closer next to me, and tells that it shoud be a rule that when people are cold they have to sit closer together. That will make them warm! Im stunned. What the heck, how can he just say this....even more stunning, its still early....where does he find all the words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He keeps talking in a very (I must admit, I was starting to enyoi this....) sweet way, at the station in Amsterdam he buys me a hot choclat, shakes my hand and walks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you emagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just stood there................................mist my tram, wich made me take my bike and arive with frozen fingers at my work.... BUT EY WHO CARES....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had someone buy my hot choclat at 6.45 in the morning!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile sun, smile :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6752539397764132617?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6752539397764132617/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6752539397764132617' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6752539397764132617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6752539397764132617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/12/hot-chocolat-from-stranger.html' title='hot chocolat from a stranger'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2LwGwka8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZhWePBiMurc/s72-c/omafia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-8438758786255294919</id><published>2007-12-12T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:34:42.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of to San Diego............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2A22nnks8I/AAAAAAAAACg/wvumUH_vBMw/s1600-h/Afbeelding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143171086432908226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2A22nnks8I/AAAAAAAAACg/wvumUH_vBMw/s400/Afbeelding+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not yet, but soon. In the end of januari Ill be going there and stay for about 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Im really exited, and a litle nervous because Im about to find out if I will be mooving there in june for more than 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;God has showed me directions, and I am taking a leap of faith.....&lt;br /&gt;Its a litle weird as I have always sayd to myself I could never live in the states, but after spending september in San Diego, I loved it there, and doors opened. Crazy... than it got quiet for a while, and I thought that maby I wasnt listening to Gods voice and it was just the holiday and the vibe I got there because of the summer and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I was doubting my faith and my trust in God...&lt;br /&gt;That was good, cuz it made me presue Him more and more, and after 2 months it became a litle more clear that God did have a plan for me in SD. With that I wrote someone I met in SD if he knew a way of staying there so I didnt have to stay in a Hostel. I just wanted to experience the other side, instead of just do vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I will be having jobintervieuws....maby some work, and as I found myself a house with 3 aweseom girls, it almost can't get anybetter. They says I could stay in one of the rooms for those three weeks, and Im hoping this would be a place that I can stay at when I start mooving there. Crazy how Gods plans go...at the same time, there is a place and a time for everything so I know I can only trust in Him and let Him lead me in this whole process. And have patiente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great and growth experience, my friends tell me how much I am changing and I see my self growing in God. I just LOVE HIM, and wanna screem it of the roofs. Trust in Him, have patience....and He will lead. And I think most importent, let go of all your own plans. God will even make them better and prepeare you for them!!! He will never make you do something that you can't or don't want to, because He knows our passions most of the times better than we do!&lt;br /&gt;Im laying down my rights, and wait.......again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meen time, there are some other, more routine, things coming up, cool stuf though! This saterday Ill be attending the clothe-swop-party, where I can get some new secondhandsclothe and trade them for my own old clothe! Awesome idea! And after that we'll be going out, dancing at club 11! Even better!&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays of my best friends are coming up, cristmas is going to be interesting this year, more about that later, and ofcourse the Newyears Party at Dwaze Zaken. Joost is spinning, so it cant get any better!!Im excited about this new year, bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, one of my friends from Michigan (USA) will be coming over and stay with me for a couple of days in the end of this month. That should be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things! I am thankfull!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the holidays to begin!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2A3jXnks9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ISKiOvuzWBI/s1600-h/else+and+surfboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143171855232054226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2A3jXnks9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ISKiOvuzWBI/s400/else+and+surfboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/7574040435891589268-8438758786255294919?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/8438758786255294919/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=8438758786255294919' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/8438758786255294919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/8438758786255294919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-to-san-diego.html' title='Of to San Diego............'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R2A22nnks8I/AAAAAAAAACg/wvumUH_vBMw/s72-c/Afbeelding+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-5524941365704056262</id><published>2007-12-08T01:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T15:36:04.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a godthing and a video check it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is this overwelming feeling that takes place in my heart ones in a while, its almost indiscribable, and it only happens once in a while. Its not attached to any place, or state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Its Gods unbelievable love and grace for me, that takes my breath away this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Im praying and laying down the things that I hold on to so tight, before His trone.&lt;br /&gt;With all that we are we give ourselfs to our havenly father everyday, and lets be honest, we are not a lot. All we can do in this life is be at our best but that is only possible with Him. I just dont always go back to that point. Dont we all.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get stuck in a situation, or a thought so bad, and it gets so big that it gets in Gods way of reaching out to us. We almost let that "thing" or situation deside whats best for us. At least I do that a lot. And all that I can do is draw closer to God and let all that seems so importend to me in my life go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Letting go is not a thing Im very good at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ive known that for a long time now. But its not helping me either, its making my life incredible differcult sometimes, and hurts more than I should be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But as I started this blog, I have learned over the past years by praying and reading and just be silent in His presence, Gods grace and attention for me. Its overwelming when you do realise that He is the best thing in your life. What can happen when we actually give in and surrender ourselfs to truth like that. He is mighty to safe and is gently to Love like no one can!&lt;br /&gt;As Im writing this more to myself than to anyone else, I realise that nothing is in my own control, as much as I have a big responsibility in my life, and I have recieved just like you have, the freedom to make choises and the knowledge to make the right ones.... In all that God has the final word if we let Him, and give Him the space.&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im telling my self not to be afraid to give up the things I hold on to, and let the peacefull space of God fill my heart instead of my own "wise" thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;And as I am doing that, doors open and I see new cool caracter in my best friends, I realise how cool the things are that God has for, me and how beautifull that path that He is leading me on!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God is allmight, freedom, great, freedom, tough in His love and grace is His way of life!!&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing Love He Gives us!&lt;br /&gt;I'm recieving it with bouth of my hands, and lay myself down in his peace, trusting in Him!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beacuse of advent I added this video, check it out, its in dutch but you'll get the message, if not Ill translate it for you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is coming......we dont know when or where or how, but do we still expecting? Are we ready fo Him, as in prepared? It made me think about all the things in my life that are way more importend to me that Jesus coming back.... I have to get ready, not in a superdrastic way, no a natural one, expecting that Jesus will come to us and make things good. When or where or how, are the least importent things to know, that fact that He promised one day He will be among us should make me, should make you, expectfull.............................................................................. ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="341" height="294" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-865fadafab121245" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D865fadafab121245%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331124295%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77B39808B3692A5F28F168173B8418FF4678756D.649B4A10C87307A22F6B320C133F761D1508871D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D865fadafab121245%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcQBpvHGWAK174baV-v43PMs9OIo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="341" height="294" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D865fadafab121245%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331124295%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77B39808B3692A5F28F168173B8418FF4678756D.649B4A10C87307A22F6B320C133F761D1508871D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D865fadafab121245%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcQBpvHGWAK174baV-v43PMs9OIo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-5524941365704056262?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=865fadafab121245&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/5524941365704056262/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=5524941365704056262' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/5524941365704056262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/5524941365704056262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-myspaced-me.html' title='Its a godthing and a video check it out'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-2603142472565272934</id><published>2007-11-30T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:47:57.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1Aijq1_laI/AAAAAAAAACY/FUW8uiB3FZk/s1600-R/Afbeelding+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138645171021256098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1Aijq1_laI/AAAAAAAAACY/kXiD4gyp0KE/s400/Afbeelding+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;give me something real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just laying in my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trie to get some rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hate the way I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just give me something real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-2603142472565272934?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/2603142472565272934/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=2603142472565272934' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2603142472565272934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/2603142472565272934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-way-i-feel-give-me-something.html' title=''/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1Aijq1_laI/AAAAAAAAACY/kXiD4gyp0KE/s72-c/Afbeelding+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-5428525745193525173</id><published>2007-11-30T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:44:58.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO pragnent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1ATna1_lZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HF3etcybDCw/s1600-R/Afbeelding+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138628742771348882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1ATna1_lZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XVHOdQQ1Mek/s400/Afbeelding+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;carieng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; pregnant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; wonders God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;honer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Heidi&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; is married &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; Mark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;cople&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;they'll&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Cant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Heidi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;beautiful&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/7574040435891589268-5428525745193525173?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/5428525745193525173/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=5428525745193525173' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/5428525745193525173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/5428525745193525173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-pragnent.html' title='SO pragnent!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1ATna1_lZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XVHOdQQ1Mek/s72-c/Afbeelding+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-3347976574975538591</id><published>2007-11-30T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:39:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1ASc61_lYI/AAAAAAAAACI/tjtr1w0APX8/s1600-R/Afbeelding+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138627462871094658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1ASc61_lYI/AAAAAAAAACI/ILQeK2GJ360/s400/Afbeelding+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you ever saw a cuecomber-smile?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-3347976574975538591?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/3347976574975538591/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=3347976574975538591' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3347976574975538591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3347976574975538591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-you-ever-saw-cuecomber-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R1ASc61_lYI/AAAAAAAAACI/ILQeK2GJ360/s72-c/Afbeelding+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-191342839924620353</id><published>2007-11-30T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:43:50.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one hack of a surprise!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0_Z-K1_lXI/AAAAAAAAACA/chKhDqVj9yM/s1600-R/chris+leter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138565361938961778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0_Z-K1_lXI/AAAAAAAAACA/cIRhxkdpxWg/s400/chris+leter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a thursdaynight, after having dinner with a friend at the Cleft in Amsterdam I had out for a coffee and some good jazzmusic at one of my favorite cafee's in Amsterdam; Dwaze Zaken (Foolish Things). Its crouded inside, people are having dinner, and at the bar are some of my friends chillin'. Its nice and warm. The lights are dimmed, and sweet music is playing on the background. The jazzband itself hasnt start yet, they are setting up and getting ready to play some good music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Im righting this piece to honer one of my long-time-know friends Chris Leter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure if he is aware of this, but he is an amazing talented guy. He plays the bass like no other, and he is a pritty good drummer too. Besides that he has a big heart for God, and for his friends. But I never expected what I got from him last night! Keep reading....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I order a drink, I join my friends and we chat. After a while Chris goes: I have to leave but Ill be back in 7 minutes... I just looked at him and waved goodbey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuing the confersation I was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than when Chris comes back he has a litle packets with him, lays it down on the counter and I wander for who it is. Wrapperd in Sinterklaaspaper it just lays there for a while. Than after about 20 minutes he hands it over to me. Im surpised and thinking they are messing with me, because my other friends start laughing... and telling me its a simple chocolatletter... Honestly I love recieving gifts, and I didnt really care for what was in it...its such a cool gesture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I unwrap the paper...my eyes are getting bigger and bigger and my smile almost falles of my face...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to explain you a litle bit why I was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last sunday me and Chris went to a postoffice/bookstore to buy a gift for one of our friends, she will be leaving us for a year and we wanted to buy her a cool journal. I had seen a really nice one,  so we bought it for her. I had dropped that I loved this journal cuz of its looks, but it was a litle too expencive for me. Not just a normal ordanary journal...as you might understand. Beautifull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138563390548972898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0_YLa1_lWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RdVDTNnElhs/s400/Afbeelding+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I unwrap the paper I see that same journal in my hands. I LOVED IT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cool! This time not only the gesture was amazing, but the gift blew me away!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised and felled so loved! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Chris, you are the bomb!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-191342839924620353?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/191342839924620353/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=191342839924620353' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/191342839924620353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/191342839924620353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-hack-of-surprise.html' title='one hack of a surprise!!!!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0_Z-K1_lXI/AAAAAAAAACA/cIRhxkdpxWg/s72-c/chris+leter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-1073689947517649042</id><published>2007-11-26T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:03:51.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot doctors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0sJka1_lVI/AAAAAAAAABw/YJLOm9jkUS0/s1600-h/ziekenhuis13.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210321231910226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0sJka1_lVI/AAAAAAAAABw/YJLOm9jkUS0/s400/ziekenhuis13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0sJka1_lVI/AAAAAAAAABw/YJLOm9jkUS0/s1600-h/ziekenhuis13.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0sJka1_lVI/AAAAAAAAABw/YJLOm9jkUS0/s1600-h/ziekenhuis13.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for sure now, a fact, by this time next week Ill be laying down in a research hospital in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Groningen&lt;/span&gt;. A city in the north of Holland. As you can read in one of my other blogs I had to do a test to find out if my body was healthy enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they told me I am, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;super healthy&lt;/span&gt; and ready to be used! :D Kind of funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Ill go in, and I am just going to let the adventure happen. I'm in good hands and thinking of the amount of money I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; from them makes me even more exited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll be testing the medication on me from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt; Ill be sleeping there. And with me 15 other young people, so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in itself&lt;/span&gt; is nice to! I bought some good new books to read, and I have to prepare a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;biblestudie&lt;/span&gt;, so its going to be like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; retreat for me. Only than surrounded by cute doctors and nice nurses! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;! Bring it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-1073689947517649042?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/1073689947517649042/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=1073689947517649042' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1073689947517649042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/1073689947517649042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/hot-doctors.html' title='Hot doctors!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0sJka1_lVI/AAAAAAAAABw/YJLOm9jkUS0/s72-c/ziekenhuis13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-3810153054460347457</id><published>2007-11-22T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:35:03.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check out my super-job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0Wg461_lUI/AAAAAAAAABo/EmhWFy3a3vw/s1600-h/Afbeelding+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135687849814758722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0Wg461_lUI/AAAAAAAAABo/EmhWFy3a3vw/s400/Afbeelding+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three or four and sometimes 5 days a week I babysit. And so I wanted to dedicate this episode of my blog to my little friend. He is almost two years old, looks like a little model, and is just to cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he has been sick for the last few days, and when a little kid like him gets sick there is nothing you can do about it. He's coughing his loungs  out, and has a fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do is make sure he drinks enough, hold him and.... sing a little lullaby... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm writing this he is in a deep sleep finally, it took him several hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was think when I was looking at him, sleeping, how amazing it is that this little kid puts all his trust in me. Every time when we walk down the stairs and I help him, every single time when we take a walk outside and he runs up the driveway, and every time when I say I love you, he puts both of his hands on my cheeks and gives me a big wet kiss on my lips. He is a little miracle. I love him so much, and I feel very honerd and proud that his parents trust me so much to leave their sun with me almost every day of the week. Its amazing to see how he grows and figgers out stuff, how he waves and gives me air-kisses when I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that the other day it hit me....that's almost how God looks at you and me. Proud and amazed. Loving and Caring, making sure we get the choices in live that we need to make, even we make mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has his hand around our hand, and doesn't leave us alone. The way I love this little child, that's how God love you and me, but than 1000 times more. Isn't that amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when you have your kids, it is a little easier to understand Gods grace and love for us. Until then I can deal with this understanding I have now, because of my job, and how I get to experience Gods love true this little fun lovely human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so that all might sound a little "sweet", but its the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not forget that God created us and chose us, before we chose Him!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-3810153054460347457?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/3810153054460347457/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=3810153054460347457' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3810153054460347457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/3810153054460347457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-super-job.html' title='check out my super-job!'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0Wg461_lUI/AAAAAAAAABo/EmhWFy3a3vw/s72-c/Afbeelding+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-4669088503955252261</id><published>2007-11-20T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:18:31.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winterdepression or gezelligheids sessions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0Lrna1_lTI/AAAAAAAAABg/v0LvwluyiYw/s1600-h/sinterklaas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134925587608999218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0Lrna1_lTI/AAAAAAAAABg/v0LvwluyiYw/s400/sinterklaas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0LrK61_lSI/AAAAAAAAABY/39flxNd9LEc/s1600-h/snert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134925097982727458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0LrK61_lSI/AAAAAAAAABY/39flxNd9LEc/s400/snert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its dark when you get up and go to work, its dark when you come home after a day working.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a big fan of these times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We dutch people did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;figger&lt;/span&gt; out a way to make it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; easier to abide... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gezelligheid&lt;/span&gt;" here, a not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;translatable&lt;/span&gt; word that stands for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; I guess. A very warm and cosy one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in these dark times, it is probably the best time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; the dutch "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gezelligheid&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;New years&lt;/span&gt; are one of the best times, and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sinterklaas&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, that old guy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt; that brings us gifts every 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;. (in the picture, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sinterklaas&lt;/span&gt; en his fellows the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;zwarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pieten&lt;/span&gt;" (Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Peets&lt;/span&gt;....I know, its not as bad as it sounds...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, as nice as it can be here in the winter besides the cold and lots of wind and rain, I like the summer better. I miss getting up because of the sunlight touching your face, and when you get out of bed you feel her warmth. I cant wait for those days when Ill get on my bike to work and not minding all the people in the train, there will be more space in the train to.... We wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; cotes here in Holland. At least I think so, and no one takes them of in the train, so we all sit to squashed together. In the summer though, when its warm, everyone feels better (its a fact!) and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wear those ridiculous big cotes, so we have more space in the train, and can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; our self to different places without looking like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;penguin&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But than again, when I come home, and light my candles, turn on the heater, make my self some food, and sit on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; sofa, with my friend and my new fish (that I still have to buy...)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its not that bad at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;gezellig&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you ever have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;winter depression&lt;/span&gt; give me a call, and Ill invite you over for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;erwtensoup&lt;/span&gt;" and learn you how the real dutch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;gezelligheid&lt;/span&gt; works! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the how to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;SNERT&lt;/span&gt; (the soup) below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch Pea Soup ( the real one: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;snert&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb. Split Peas10 cups of water1 pork hock (part of leg)1 to 2 bay leaves2 leeks, cut in pieces2 celery hearts, cut in pieces1 potato, peeled and diced12 oz. bratwurst or smoked sausage1 cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;selery&lt;/span&gt; leaves1 onion, cut in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;piecessalt&lt;/span&gt; and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;PREPARATION:&lt;br /&gt;Wash and rinse the split peas and put them in a pot with the water.Add the pork hock, the bay leaves, the onion, and the salt to the pot.Cook this for about an hour and a half, while stirring from time to time.Add the cut vegetables and cook for another 30 minutes. Add the whole sausage at this point as well.Now take out the meat, remove the skin and dice the meat into small pieces and add back to the soup. Cut the sausage into slices and add back to the soup.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Pork hock can be replaced by pork ribs or pork chops, or even salt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;porkIf&lt;/span&gt; you add salted meats to the soup, be careful not to add too much additional salt.This soup is often served with German style rye bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.worldsoups.com/recipe-glossary.htm" target="_blank"&gt;glossary&lt;/a&gt; for recipe ingredients you're not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;Serves 8 10. &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/7574040435891589268-4669088503955252261?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/4669088503955252261/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=4669088503955252261' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4669088503955252261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4669088503955252261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/winterdepression-or-gezelligeids.html' title='winterdepression or gezelligheids sessions...'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/R0Lrna1_lTI/AAAAAAAAABg/v0LvwluyiYw/s72-c/sinterklaas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6831248694200401777</id><published>2007-11-16T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:28:47.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oof....what a  night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/Rz2oe61_lRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ryfMBeL_Vew/s1600-h/Kaiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133444399417496850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/Rz2oe61_lRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ryfMBeL_Vew/s400/Kaiser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oke&lt;/span&gt; my dear friends and strangers who read my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I got really excited telling you guys about the Kaiser Chiefs. I went to check them out last night at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HMH&lt;/span&gt; in Amsterdam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me and my friend we were all ready to go, and besides the fact that it was freezing cold we were stoked to see these guys play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess we forgot that these kind of bands bring lots of groupies with them...groupies that are not older than 18 years, and get dropped of by  their parent. That doesn't have to be a bad thing right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an hour listening to the first band from Island, they were fun, and than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SILVERSUN&lt;/span&gt;, which I now LOVE, the Kaiser Chiefs Finlay arrived. They took their time before they showed up which made the crowd inpatient, and a little weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone explain me what it is with dutch people, that they yell for beer, finally get it, and than start to trow it in and over the rest of the audience.... I don't understand that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was the first thing that night that didn't go to well. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feld&lt;/span&gt; old between all those 17 year old kids, and smelled like a beer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;botle&lt;/span&gt; after a while... But we kept standing there... and the KC started to play....Holy cow....Ive never ever seen kids going wild like that...nice...besides the fact that most of them were dancing on our ankles. And beating each other up.... I can honestly say that this was not funny anymore. And I saw some of the younger kids panicking. After kicking one very nasty man (he was at least 20) in his nuts, we decided we should grab a seat or sit on the chairs. So we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They played Ruby, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NANANA&lt;/span&gt;, and a few more, but after a while we left. To bad, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wern't&lt;/span&gt; that good and they were drunk, or stoned or whatever the "freedom" of Amsterdam gave them... Wish I did save my money to go see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West who plays next Monday... O well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaiser Chiefs...; more rehab, more learning your lyrics and less drugs I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6831248694200401777?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6831248694200401777/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6831248694200401777' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6831248694200401777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6831248694200401777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/oofwhat-night.html' title='Oof....what a  night....'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/Rz2oe61_lRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ryfMBeL_Vew/s72-c/Kaiser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-4599242356722472179</id><published>2007-11-13T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:05:50.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keiser Chiefs'/><title type='text'>The Kaiser Chiefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/Rzmsuq9XkWI/AAAAAAAAABI/ysQhOLXCqxI/s1600-h/keiser+chiefs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132323168171037026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/Rzmsuq9XkWI/AAAAAAAAABI/ysQhOLXCqxI/s320/keiser+chiefs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This Thursday will be a day to celebrate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My friend Alise and I are going to Heineken Music Hall, or HMH as we dutchies like to call it and we will see the Kaiser Chiefs preform! I haven't been to a gig like this in a long,long time, so I am super exited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You know how sometimes, when you listen to a song, you hear that voice of that special person again, or you smell that smell that reminds you of the car you were in when you were listening to it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, my memories with these guys listening to their music while I was on vacation in San Diego!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Before I went surfing I would listen to a few of their songs...and every time I hear "ruby, ruby,ruby" I just want to close my eyes and dive in to the ocean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But when I open them I realise I'm in the Netherlands, without an ocean to dive into, and surfing right now would be a Little cold.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyways, this Thursday I will be singing along, with my eyes closed, thinking of the beautiful waves in SD, and the lovely surf dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So we're gonna rock and roll like we have never done before!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You're either in or out! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be continued!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-4599242356722472179?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/4599242356722472179/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=4599242356722472179' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4599242356722472179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/4599242356722472179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/keiser-chiefs.html' title='The Kaiser Chiefs'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/Rzmsuq9XkWI/AAAAAAAAABI/ysQhOLXCqxI/s72-c/keiser+chiefs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6392922385742917402</id><published>2007-11-09T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:49:42.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzRlOq9XkVI/AAAAAAAAABA/x0Cdioa4pok/s1600-h/20071109113727_Afbeelding%2520008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130837178206097746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzRlOq9XkVI/AAAAAAAAABA/x0Cdioa4pok/s400/20071109113727_Afbeelding%2520008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; picture......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; water is high! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;storming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; crazy! Wind, water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;clouds&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;covering&lt;/span&gt; most of Holland!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; is extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dykes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;whith&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; picture is taken on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ilands&lt;/span&gt;, Vlieland, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; water is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;reaching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;houses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;otherside&lt;/span&gt;, England &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;evacuate&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; storm.... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6392922385742917402?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6392922385742917402/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6392922385742917402' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6392922385742917402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6392922385742917402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/storm.html' title='STORM'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzRlOq9XkVI/AAAAAAAAABA/x0Cdioa4pok/s72-c/20071109113727_Afbeelding%2520008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-800317050644863780</id><published>2007-11-08T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:17:31.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of the Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzRBtK9XkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j2w2kfttzlY/s1600-h/Afbeelding+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130798119773507906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzRBtK9XkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j2w2kfttzlY/s400/Afbeelding+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In a few months I will be going to a lab for 5 days and than doctors will be testing medication on me. And pay me 600 euro's for that :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So yesterday I had to go get my body checked up on. If I would be healthy enough for this med test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When I arrived I had to fill in some forms, and wait a litle bit. Than two doctors informed me about the medication they will be testing on me in december. I forgot most of it, because fo the terms that they used...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;An hour later one of the doctors came and took me to a litle room. I realized seeing all the stuff that was in there and the amount of needles I was getting ready to give blood. Now I am not a big fan of that, but I know some people that give blood and they told me it wasnt that bad. So with that in my mind I sat down. Rolled my sleef up and saw the needle coming very close to my skin. As I looked to the doctor, I feld a litle bit like I was in Grace Anatomi. I had my own Mc Dreamy! :D He was hansome! Thats all, he sayd with a smile, and I looked at my arm, I didnt even notes the sting. Woosy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So when I was all finished at this hansome doctor I had to go and get my heart checked out on a heartscan. Ive never done that before and was a litle exited. How cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I had to lay down in my underwear and got all these sticker on me, after a while (they wanted me to lay still for 10 minutes...thats a litle hard with all those wires attached to my body...) I heard a beep that was my heartbeat. And so on, it sounded pritty good I thought, it was almost a good hiphopbeat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My bloodpresior was next, and when all was done he told me this was the I had the best results of the week! I cant help it but feel a litle bit proud of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But than...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;An other doctor came in and she asked me if I could come with her so she could listen to my heart ones more. Becuz of the serious look on her face I fallowed her without asking any questions. I got undressed again, and had to lay down again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Breath in.......breath out........the cold metal of the statescope on my skin......than sit up and listen again.....breath in breath out... "hm, hm, hm" de doctor sayd... Oke, I though, seriously Im fine! My heart is beating ok, what is the problem?! They even told me I had the best result of the week, HELLO??! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Than she told me to get dressed again, and sit down. She place herself in the chair behind her desk and looked at me. "You have a litle rustle going on along with your perfect heartbeat..." I can hear it when you lay down and sit up, but when you stand straight I dont hear the rustle. I looked at her, and thought about what she sayd. So....whats the big deal....I thought...its prob been there for ever and I am still alive, so it cant be to bad right? But I didnt ask her anything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She continued;"I want you to see your own doctor back home (all this took place at the institution in the north of holland) and listen what he has to say, but I dont see it as something treahtnigh since you are super healthy and it might have been there forever!" Ha, I made a smile, and was relieved.... good, I was right, my heart is beating I am breathing and Im superhealthy....she sayd it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When I got up and got ready to go back home I thought about everything I saw that day, I saw my own heart beeting, and all the methodes they use to examen a humanbody. It was amazing, and I realised how we are not only a piece of art on the outside, but even more on the inside. God is truly an artist, amazing!! And the rustle in my heart? It was probely His voice telling me that He loved me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I went home after 4 hours of beeing tested, the rustle in my heart with me... I wasnt to worried, I feld fine and fit, so I would go to my own doctor soon, and let him listen to my heart again. Who know He might reconize Gods voice in it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Praise God for our human body's!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dont forget to take care of your own&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/7574040435891589268-800317050644863780?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/800317050644863780/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=800317050644863780' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/800317050644863780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/800317050644863780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/art-of-body.html' title='The Art of the Body'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzRBtK9XkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j2w2kfttzlY/s72-c/Afbeelding+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-7124779452243590539</id><published>2007-11-07T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:22:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness in the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzF1zYr6FsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VcuPtBA3h4w/s1600-h/hersft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130010976212096706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzF1zYr6FsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VcuPtBA3h4w/s400/hersft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its half past 6 and my alarm goes off.... For the first time in my life I slept in my sweater and long sweatpans, cuz its so freaking cold in my room. I hate cold. It makes me kranky, my landlord still didnt fix my heater, so it will be cold for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I got out of bed, took a quik shower got dressed, did the things you do before you leave for work. And catched my train. On time!&lt;br /&gt;The train was pact, I was standing in between to women who obviously forgot to brush their teeth that morning, as they were talking to eachother with me in the middle I vagley smelled their last night dinner... :(&lt;br /&gt;Acrosse from me was standing a man reading the newspaper, and next to him a young kid with his music to loud on his mp3player. Great.&lt;br /&gt;The trainride takes about 10 minutes, when its not so busy, no it took me half an hour to get to my work. GRMBL.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt even my fault. I got up on time, I took the right train, and than becuz everybody else did as well we all got late at our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I wont even start about Amsterdam Central Station at that time.... Its crazy how awake (or not at all) people are when its only 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Im off the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-7124779452243590539?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/7124779452243590539/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=7124779452243590539' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/7124779452243590539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/7124779452243590539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/randomness-in-train.html' title='Randomness in the train'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzF1zYr6FsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VcuPtBA3h4w/s72-c/hersft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-9093087508350100550</id><published>2007-11-06T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:16:42.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzAvjIr6FrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BKjnUA-dGoU/s1600-h/100_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129652256248567474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzAvjIr6FrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BKjnUA-dGoU/s400/100_2271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I will extol You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up,        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And have not let my foes rejoice over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; O LORD my God, I cried out to You,         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And You healed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; O LORD, You brought my soul up from the grave; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sing praise to the LORD, you saints of His,        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For His anger is but for a moment,       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His favor is for life;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeping may endure for a night,          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But joy comes in the morning.           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in dutch it says: I fall a sleep with tears in my eyes, but in the morning I will wake up with a smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now in my prosperity I said,        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; “I shall never be moved.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; LORD, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hid Your face, and I was troubled.           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I cried out to You, O LORD;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And to the LORD I made supplication: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What profit is there in my blood,         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I go down to the pit?         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the dust praise You?          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it declare Your truth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hear, O LORD, and have mercy on me;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LORD, be my helper!”           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent.         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-9093087508350100550?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/9093087508350100550/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=9093087508350100550' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/9093087508350100550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/9093087508350100550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/psalm-30.html' title='Psalm 30'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/RzAvjIr6FrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BKjnUA-dGoU/s72-c/100_2271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-6666536646340169699</id><published>2007-11-06T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:47:14.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado-storm in the end of november?</title><content type='html'>While the rain is poring down and there is allready a lot of wind going on, I found out about this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read on the dutch weather channel that there is 80% chance if a tornado-like storm hitting the Netherlands. With winds that have the speed of almost 145 to a 175 km/hour. I remember last year we had a mager storm, I went to the beach with a friend, and almost got hit by wood that was flying around. But Im sure that this will be much more intense...&lt;br /&gt;The first few weeks of november, they say, will be normal fall weather. But as soon as the end of the month will come, we'll experience some havy storms and lots of rain!&lt;br /&gt;I get excited with these kind of predictions, but I do realise that its not as much fun for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the horses that almost drowned? Last year it was big news here. In the north of holland a farmer "forgot" to take his horses (bout 40 I think) inside when the weather got really bad. So they ended up on a litle Iland, all that was left of their ground, the rest was flooded. It took almost two weeks to find out to whom the horses belonged to. And in the end of those two weeks three girls rescued them spectaculiar with their own horser!! Holland was one in those two weeks :) We were all talking about it, and when those horses were back inside (everything was on tv, live!!) you could almost hear the people chear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wander what this storm will bring us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574040435891589268-6666536646340169699?l=somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/feeds/6666536646340169699/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7574040435891589268&amp;postID=6666536646340169699' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6666536646340169699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7574040435891589268/posts/default/6666536646340169699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingelsekurpershoek.blogspot.com/2007/11/tornado-storm-in-end-of-november.html' title='Tornado-storm in the end of november?'/><author><name>SomethingElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jv5I6VC2KA8/SjaoMqY85LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/na5YecgIK_Q/S220/P1010002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
