<?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-3681068435947952878</id><updated>2012-02-19T07:08:32.840-08:00</updated><category term='sieradenkistje'/><category term='An Idiot Abroad'/><category term='sugarsugar'/><category term='me'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Neil Young'/><category term='photography'/><category term='clothes fashion'/><category term='study'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='love friendship music happy meganandliz'/><category term='Boyce Avenue'/><category term='gavin degraw'/><category term='Foo Fighters'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='heels'/><category term='kinderdijk'/><category term='Greg Holden'/><title type='text'>Someone's in the wolf.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-3844960331129068635</id><published>2012-02-18T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T08:03:23.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boyce Avenue'/><title type='text'>Boyce Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGVRQIjs-VI/Tz_Lb-PjjnI/AAAAAAAAALE/TNtuojqr4vM/s320/DSCF9003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fabian, Alejandro, me &amp;amp; Daniel. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogeXvZm-sjE/Tz_LjNVcvsI/AAAAAAAAALM/lFi4xIYehO4/s320/325322_257813070934771_100001182407026_632355_1796608190_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anneke, Savannah, me &amp;amp; Tessa. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a blog about a band that some of you may know but a lot of you don't know or only from my stories. It's about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/boyceavenue" target="_blank"&gt;BOYCE AVENUE&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;-click-&amp;gt;. Boyce Avenue is a band from America that started putting up videos of their covers on YouTube and became famous because of that. But, they also have their own album with their own songs. And believe me, those songs are amazing. My favorite cover by them is probably their cover of Slide, by the Goo Goo Dolls. It was the first cover of them I watched and then I just fell in love. So I subscribed and kept following them on YouTube. They were in Holland twice, in 2010. But I only went the second time because I found out too late the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tessa and I arrived at the Sugarfactory (venue, that is also part of de Melkweg). We thought we'd be the first one there because it was so early but we weren't. 2 very nice girls, Sharlynn &amp;amp; Malu were there before us. But that didn't matter, they were nice and also big fans of Boyce Avenue. Some other people joined us in waiting for the doors to open. As we sat there, Bruno Mars (who was performing in de Melkweg that night with Travis McCoy) came by and I wasn't really interested in taking a pic with him but I went anyway. No nerves what so ever, but then Boyce Avenue walked by and I just there like.. oh my.. that is.. that is.. oh my.. no way.. boyce avenue.. And I didn't even dare to walk up to them because I was quite nervous. Luckily my best friend Tessa took me with her and the funniest thing was: they actually recognized me. It's not that weird since I have a tattoo of the lyrics from their original song Dare To Believe and not that many people had that.. But still I thought that was very awesome. So I took pics with them twice and then we went inside the venue for the concert. Lemme tell you one thing: That was magical. Really. And that's where I fell in love with them for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;My second time Boyce Avenue, with Tessa, Malu &amp;amp; Sharlynn. While waiting outside, another girl, Iris, joined us. We had so much fun and what bonded us the most was our love for Boyce Avenue. And another girl, also named Michelle, also came to talk to us and she was really nice! Honestly, I can't remember that much about that concert.. Only that BA was there late because of a traffic jam.. But the support act they had was amazing. This was Nick Howard! He's aaaaaaaaamazing. Such a beautiful voice and really funny and nice. Every time he came outside he was like "hey guys" and we knew who he was but the other people just sat there with big imaginary questionmarks above their heads. His performance was great and his songs are soooooooo good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 16, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Boyce Avenue for the third time. Anneke and Savannah were joining our group this time. They are very very VERY sweet girls. This was the best time I've had, waiting outside for a concert. We were standing in a circle, having fun, and then Boyce Avenue came by. Daniel immediately gave us all hugs and he thanked us for waiting because it was so cold. Of couse we were waiting for so long, we always stand front row and that won't change. We won't let that change, ever. Later, the support act Tyler Ward walked by and he was one of the people I've been waiting to see live for so long. But you know, the moment he walked by I was acting dumb again. I was talking to Iris' phone charger, I was actually saying "HELLO? HELLO?". Oops. A couple of hours later we went inside. Of course we stood front row, Anneke, Iris, me, Savannah (behind me), Tessa, Sharlynn &amp;amp; a friend of hers. Tyler Ward was quite good even though he laughed more than he played or sang. Boyce Avenue was really, really good this time. And it was lots of fun with all the girls. Afterwards Tessa, Savannah, Anneke, me &amp;amp; someone else got to meet BA backstage. As always, they were sweet and funny. Then we went outside again where I talked to Jason, their drummer, for a while. And I keep saying it; he was nice also. Dammit. All those guys are nice. Tessa and I went to our hotel (which was so darn cold man I could've rented a fridge and sleep in that better than in here) by taxi since Tessa almost couldn't walk anymore. Our room was small but it had a shower and beds. The next day Tessa went home early and Savannah, Anneke and I decided to meet up. We went shopping for a couple of ours and then Anneke and I had to go home also :-(. It were 2 amazing and fun days with lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much I love Boyce Avenue because I love them so much it confuses me in thinking how much I love them. Ehh.. I don't even get that sentence. I met amazing people because of them and every time I go to their concert I have a great day. I have to thank them for all of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're not coming to Holland this year.. They put up their tour dates. Germany, Belgium, France, the UK.. No Holland in there. I will try if I can go see them elsewhere but it's so expensive. The tickets cost about 30 euros and getting there will at least cost me 50 euros and then I have to rent a hotelroom also. Which will cost me at least 80 euros. That just sucks. But I can't do anything about it.. I will love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, Boyce Avenue and all the girls who make waiting for their concerts fun. You are amazing and so much fun. &lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-3844960331129068635?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3844960331129068635/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/boyce-avenue.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/3844960331129068635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/3844960331129068635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/boyce-avenue.html' title='Boyce Avenue'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGVRQIjs-VI/Tz_Lb-PjjnI/AAAAAAAAALE/TNtuojqr4vM/s72-c/DSCF9003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-3599855767294647837</id><published>2012-02-15T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T05:02:27.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugarsugar'/><title type='text'>Earclips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWciQXeSCB4/TzusLQV1YWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yu3GMezoavg/s1600/oorclips.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOal3YStkdY/TzusJJqCMlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LhmjeCUJ3ec/s1600/Picture1768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOal3YStkdY/TzusJJqCMlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LhmjeCUJ3ec/s320/Picture1768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCr_TI6cCn4/TzusJ1WgszI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3IVJ6D-VDSI/s1600/Picture1774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCr_TI6cCn4/TzusJ1WgszI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3IVJ6D-VDSI/s1600/Picture1774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCr_TI6cCn4/TzusJ1WgszI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3IVJ6D-VDSI/s320/Picture1774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1_PGYwMs-Y/TzusMxCD7kI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d8m3zHnrtFM/s1600/oorklippie.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="97" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1_PGYwMs-Y/TzusMxCD7kI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d8m3zHnrtFM/s320/oorklippie.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I ordered earclips on &lt;a href="http://www.sugarsugar.nl/"&gt;www.sugarsugar.nl&lt;/a&gt; since it's almost the only place you can get 'em. I probably can't have earrings since I have a little blood ball in my earlobe. So this is a great solution! I ordered them and today I got 'em and they are so beautiful!!! I ordered 3 pairs but one of them is broken and that sucks because it's so darn beautiful. It's the white ones that are broken. I just wanted to show you this so now I'm probably going to sleep since I am really tired from working. It took me about 15 minutes to write this because I almost fell asleep oooooops. But here it is! Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-3599855767294647837?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3599855767294647837/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/earclips.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/3599855767294647837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/3599855767294647837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/earclips.html' title='Earclips.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOal3YStkdY/TzusJJqCMlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LhmjeCUJ3ec/s72-c/Picture1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5219769523294182478</id><published>2012-02-14T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:06:39.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day.</title><content type='html'>A lot of bloggers are blogging about Valentine's day today. Well, I'm going to do that also. How unexpected, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is the day my parents give me a card that says "I love you" with a short poem, which mostly makes my mom cry. Valentine's day is the day everyone gets to enjoy being surrounded by their loved ones. Valentine's day is just a day like any other day should be. I mean, what IF there's people that only say they love each other on valentine's day. I think that's ridiculous. Just say "I love you" every once in a while, when it's unexpected. I don't say this because I've never had a boyfriend on Valentine's day (tbh I don't really give a shit about that) but I say this because it's the thought of many others also. Also, when you like someone you don't say that anonymously. If you want it to have a future, just say it on a day like any other day and say it yourself. Don't write a card signed by "anonymous" because it's just lame and it's for pussies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to forget it was Valentine's day today but I got reminded by all the hopeless people in my TimeLine on Twitter. They all go like "Forever alone day" "gonna spend this day with my only love; food. Forever alone" well if you behave like that you're most certainly going to be forever alone YES. And then there's the people that actually get MAD when they don't have a secret valentine. I mean, c'mon, be happy with the ones that love you already. And there's also single people that bash Valentine's Day because they don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Those are the ones that tweet shit like "Forever alone day" "gonna spend this day with my only love; food. Forever alone". Besides, you do not fall in love because you WANT, you fall in love because you LIKE someone. Some people fall in love because they want to, well good luck with that because it ain't gonna last long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the happy couples: enjoy Valentine's day. Just remember to say "I love you" more than once a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5219769523294182478?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5219769523294182478/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5219769523294182478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5219769523294182478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-6244543945961997941</id><published>2012-02-12T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T14:45:19.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days after.</title><content type='html'>If you're one of the many people that read my blog about the Gavin DeGraw DAY last Wednesday, you know what this blog is gonna be about! Yep, it's about the days after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible day, one of the best days I've had in a while. And mostly after that, I feel quite upset. This time it's different, I feel good and happy. I talk to the people I was with a lot and I every time I see my pictures with Ian, I smile. It's such a great memory of an amazing day full of music and lovely people! I just can't be sad about it. I never like to watch YouTube videos of the show because I feel like I want to remember it the way I experienced it, not someone else. My belly stopped achin' but everytime I laugh it still hurts a little. My arms don't hurt anymore but when I start clapping they start hurting a little again. But then I just laugh because that ALSO reminds me of Wednesday. I just had such a blast and I'm even smiling whilst typing this. It just really was one of the best days ever and one of the funniest gigs ever. I did feel quite sad about my best friend Tessa, not being there. But she went to see Gavin the day after and she enjoyed it just as much as I did. So we talk about the shows we went to and it just feels like we went there together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I came to work and everyone was asking how it has been and they were all like "you look so happy!!... and tired" and I was. I was so darn tired it was a miracle I could even open my eyes. But you know, it was ALL worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to eat some more candy whilst singing Candy by Gavin. It sounds lovely, I can tell you. Thank you so much for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-6244543945961997941?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6244543945961997941/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/days-after.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/6244543945961997941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/6244543945961997941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/days-after.html' title='The days after.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-7077297619780991630</id><published>2012-02-09T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:31:29.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrUMyBhMCUw/TzRWxbvr7kI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pVWlSAcYaxU/s1600/DSCF2592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrUMyBhMCUw/TzRWxbvr7kI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pVWlSAcYaxU/s320/DSCF2592.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKgkFt5H1_k/TzRWyRwRlcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iwGXOjECXU4/s1600/ianme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKgkFt5H1_k/TzRWyRwRlcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iwGXOjECXU4/s320/ianme.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gavin Degraw. February 8 2012.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the supermarket to get some drinks and candy. Also ended up  buying gloves because it's so fucking cold outside. Back to the bus and  off to the train station to meet up with Marloes, Krijnie and Anita!  Marloes was already there when I arrived and a couple of minutes later  Krijnie and Anita arrived also. We had fun immediately and drove about  an hour to get to Hilversum where we also picked up Elvira! We went  straight to the BNN studios where the That's Live (a dutch radio show on  3fm) session with Gavin Degraw was gonna be recorded. We got there and  there were lots and lots of people but still we got upstairs first. Said  hi to DJ, Eric Corton, that I didn't see in quite a while! The first 2  songs by Gavin (and Billy) were so good!! Gavins interview(s) were funny  as heck. And the last 2 songs he played there were great also! I was  already looking forward to the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Amsterdam we went to eat at MacDonalds and ended up  sitting there for about 2 hours. It was nice and warm and I loved the  couch I had all for myself. We decided to go and dropped Elvira off at  Amsterdam Central Station cause sadly she went home.. That was a bit of a  bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our journey to the Melkweg where Gavin would perform that  evening. We met up with a good friend of mine, Savannah! Once we got in we decided we were goign to stand on the stairs.  There we would have space and we could sit whenever we felt like  sitting. Dotan (a dutch singer/songwriter) was his support act and with 4  songs it was short but very good! Unfortunately I didn't make any  photos because I wanted to enjoy the show and enjoying means singing  along, dancing and making weird moves with my arms. My camera would  probably fly across the room if I would've made photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened. Gavin's band came on stage and after them,  there came Gavin. I mean, the show started so great right away and tbh  it only got better as the show moved on. The songs are even better live  and it's really worth your time and money to go see him. So go if you  can. I'd even go another couple of times if I could. His band is so  good, and so much fun to look at. Also very handsome so if you don't  like their music you can also go and just watch them. No. I did not just  say that. But really, I loved the sort of "jam introduction session"  they did to introduce the band to us, the audience. And  then................. NICK FROM NICK AND SIMON (the dutch know how  fucking BAD THIS IS.) came on stage during the last fucking song that  SHOULD HAVE BEEN a fucking party but WASN'T because of Nick.. NOT OVER  YOU. I mean c'mon!!!!!!!! That can never be good. What a partypooper.  Sheesh. But the rest of the concert was so super awesome and totally  worth waiting in the cold. I just said that but I only had to wait for  like half an hour. My absolute favorites were Run Every Time &amp;amp;  Follow Through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended and we waited for Marloes, she was at the same venue but  at another band. So we had to wait until that ended and it did in A  FRICKIN HOUR AFTER GAVIN. When Marloes arrived we went outside and  spotted Gavin's drummer, Ian, at the tourbus. We got to talk to him and  we actually took a picture with him. I think mine are so cute. He's a  really nice guy! He had to go into the tourbus and we went to the car.  We needed drinks and food (candy.....) and continued our journey home!  Again we had so much fun and actually my belly stilll aches from  laughing so hard. Krijnie and Anita dared me to shut up for a couple of  minutes but I couldn't do it. Once I got home I didn't go to bed right  away even though I was very cold and tired. I had to tweet and facebook a  little, and then I went to bed. Now I'm just very glad I still have my  voice. I sang along so loudly and I danced a lot. I also clapped a lot  (for about 20 minutes) and now my muscles hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures of Ian and me are up there on the side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast, thanks to everyone that was there to make it even more awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots &amp;amp; lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-7077297619780991630?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7077297619780991630/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-it-is.html#comment-form' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7077297619780991630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7077297619780991630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is!'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrUMyBhMCUw/TzRWxbvr7kI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pVWlSAcYaxU/s72-c/DSCF2592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-4025705035458435298</id><published>2012-02-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:54:02.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin DeGraw.</title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;It was SO awesome!!! First the short show at That's Live (radio) and then the show at the "Melkweg". FUCK. This was AMAZING! I will write a longer blog later on because I'm really too tired to even speak or listen. Krijnie, Anita, Marloes, Elvira &amp;amp; Savannah, THANK YOU SO MUCH for making this day even more awesome than it already was. I had a blast!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long blog coming up :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-4025705035458435298?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4025705035458435298/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/gavin-degraw.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4025705035458435298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4025705035458435298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/gavin-degraw.html' title='Gavin DeGraw.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-9121002563584020591</id><published>2012-02-07T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:10:21.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick blog: TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been talking about it for quite a while and very often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;TOMORROW I AM GOING TO SEE GAVIN DEGRAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWICE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-9121002563584020591?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/9121002563584020591/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/quick-blog-tomorrow_07.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/9121002563584020591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/9121002563584020591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/quick-blog-tomorrow_07.html' title='Quick blog: TOMORROW!'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-2770028098367943180</id><published>2012-02-07T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T06:45:41.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53TS7s0TKy0/TzE4DOxBAhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iOsax41AZhQ/s1600/klei.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53TS7s0TKy0/TzE4DOxBAhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iOsax41AZhQ/s320/klei.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9hDznpoxJ8/TzE4GZC1AlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hO09VdYMOXk/s320/newkoop.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I'd show you everything I bought, well, there it is.&lt;br /&gt;On the first one you can see me wearing some things.&lt;br /&gt;The black skirt and top were already mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to return the first shirt of the second picture. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep the tights, I'm gonna keep the necklaces and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing is a picture so you can see that my blouse is see through.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is isn't on the second picture, is my black vest. Which you CAN see at the first picture of the first picture, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you like the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-2770028098367943180?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2770028098367943180/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/promise.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2770028098367943180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2770028098367943180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/promise.html' title='Promise.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53TS7s0TKy0/TzE4DOxBAhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iOsax41AZhQ/s72-c/klei.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-8878992682444327542</id><published>2012-02-06T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:43:21.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick blog: TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>As I've said many times before: I AM GOING SHOPPING TOMORROW. What I'm going to look for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright colored blouse &lt;br /&gt;A nice pair of simple shoes&lt;br /&gt;Blue, grey or black jeans&lt;br /&gt;A cute simple dress&lt;br /&gt;A very useful bag &lt;br /&gt;Stockings&lt;br /&gt;A skirt&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces and rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anything else that looks cute, fun or beautiful can end up in my basket also. Woohoo!!!!!!! Just a few hours left before I'm going to buy things. FINALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-8878992682444327542?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8878992682444327542/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/quick-blog-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8878992682444327542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8878992682444327542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/quick-blog-tomorrow.html' title='Quick blog: TOMORROW!'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-7325615831036572976</id><published>2012-02-05T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T13:03:54.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoeages.</title><content type='html'>Ja, hoera! Een blog in het Nederlands. Deze keer over tatoeages. Over die van mijzelf, maar ook over wat ik er van vind. Laten we beginnen met mijn eigen tatoeages, om te zorgen dat het voorlopig nog even leuk blijft om te lezen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb 4 tatoeages. Mijn eerste is er een die ik zelf ontworpen heb. Een diamant, met vuur er om heen en een muzieknoot in het midden. De diamant staat voor iedereen die ik lief heb, het vuur voor kracht en bescherming en de muzieknoot lijkt me duidelijk.. Dat staat dus voor muziek. Ik ben lang bezig geweest met het ontwerpen van wat ik wil. Ik ben er in totaal zo'n 4 jaar mee bezig geweest, en toen ik dit ontworpen had wist ik gelijk dat ik het wilde hebben. Ook wist ik waar, een symmetrische plek. Mijn ruggengraat, aan de bovenkant welteverstaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn tweede tatoeage zijn de woorden "Embrace Forgiveness". Ik wilde sterke woorden, die echt iets betekenen voor mij en waar ik echt iets aan heb. Een van mijn favoriete bands is Boyce Avenue en toen ik naar hun liedje "Dare To Believe" zat te luisteren, kwamen deze 2 woorden daar in voor. Gelijk voelde ik mij er tot aangetrokken en ben ik weer naar de tattooshop gegaan. De ideale plek hiervoor was mijn linker onderarm, aan de buitenkant. En dat is waar hij nu staat. Het is voor mij een herinnering aan het feit dat ik niet iedereen zijn fouten kwalijk moet nemen. Iedereen maakt fouten, en er zit verschil tussen een grote fout en een kleine fout. Liegen of verzwijgen is iets anders. Ik had ooit een beste vriendin, 3 jaar lang, waarvan uiteindelijk bleek dat ze de helft van haar leven had gelogen. Zo goed kon ik haar dus blijkbaar ook niet meer. Dat neem ik haar erg kwalijk, maar toen later een vriendin tegen mij loog behandelde ik haar hetzelfde als dat vorige meisje. Dat verdiende ze niet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn derde tatoeage is een sleutel met een hart bovenaan. Misschien niet de meest originele, maar wel mijn meest waardevolle tatoeage. Deze heb ik namelijk samen met mijn moeder. Ik op mijn pols, zij boven haar enkel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn vierde tatoeage is er een die ik "pas" een half jaar heb. Het is het Foo Fighters logo en man, wat is ie vet. Hij staat boven mijn achillespees, aan de onderkant van mijn kuit dus. Ik heb deze genomen omdat ik al een aantal jaar helemaal wild van ze ben. Vorige jaar zag ik ze voor het eerst op Pinkpop en mijn god, fuck. Wat onwijs geweldig fantastisch was dat. Ze wisten iedereen, maar dan ook iedereen bij het optreden te betrekken. Als je dan de hoeveelheid mensen ziet, is dat nog knapper dan dat het al klinkt. Het was het beste optreden van welke band dan ook, van die ik tot nu toe heb gezien. Net zo als bij Neil Young, ben ik "bang" dat deze band mij voor altijd waardevol zal blijven en dat ik ze voor altijd lief zal hebben. Of ze een kut album maken, of dat ze stoppen, ze blijven een band waar ik heel veel van hou. Als ik zeg dat deze band perfect is, geloven jullie het vast niet, maar het is echt waar. Na hun optreden op Pinkpop heb ik dan ook een dip gehad. Voor mijn gevoel kon een optreden van welke artiest dan ook, NOOIT beter zijn. Dat voel ik nog steeds zo, maar er zijn zat onwijs goede concerten waar ik het ook zo erg naar mijn zin kan hebben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik vind tatoeages een kunstvorm. Al zie ik soms (eigenlijk vaak..) tatoeages die ik gewoon dom vind. Bijvoorbeeld een tattoo met een naam van je geliefde. Bitch PLEASE, als het over is zit je dagenlang te janken en moet je hem laten cover-uppen. Bij de meeste kijk ik al naar dat punt uit als ik er uberhaupt al over hoor. Ook tribals vind ik een enorm opgeblazen ding. Wat lelijk kunnen die zijn zeg. Het zijn dan ook meestal van die macho's met te grote spieren waarvan hun hele lichaam er misvormd uit ziet, die ze hebben. En dan vooral op hun bovenarm he, om hun spier heen zodat het extra opvalt natuurlijk. LELIJK. AFKNAPPER. Maar goed, dat is mijn smaak. En die van nog zo'n 16 miljoen mensen. En dan heb je nog het aarsgewei. Meid, hijs je broek op en doe je shirt naar beneden want dat lelijke ding van je komt boven je bilnaad en broek uit. Gatverdamme zeg. Degene die dat aantrekkelijk vinden zijn de macho's met de tribals om hun veel te grote spieren. &lt;br /&gt;Er zijn natuurlijk veel mensen met voordelen over mensen met tatoeages. Al heb ik daar zelf niet veel mee te maken. Behalve mijn opa, die vind het vreselijk en weet niet eens dat ik ze heb. Hoeft hij ook niet te weten, want ik wil hem nog niet dood hebben. Ik vind altijd dat je zulke mensen, met voordelen, gewoon het tegendeel moet bewijzen. Is niet zo moeilijk, gewoon beschaafd zijn en dan ineens je mouwen oprollen. Natuurlijk wel normaal door praten, maar kijken of zij anders reageren. Als ze dat doen, extra aardig en lievig doen. En als het dan nog niet goed is kunnen ze gewoon opbokken.&lt;br /&gt;Ook zijn er mensen die zeuren dat je later helemaal vol zit als je er nu al 4 hebt. Ja mensen, want na 4 tatoeages is er echt geen plek meer op je lichaam!!!!!11 En wat als ik later helemaal vol zit? Is toch zeker mijn keus? Ik vind het persoonlijk niet mooi, en verder dan 1 arm vol zal ik dan ook nooit komen maar zeik gewoon niet zo. Dat ik er nu 4 heb betekend niet dat ik er later helemaal vol mee zit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik snap dat ik nu nog jong ben, en dat mijn kans op een goede baan verminderd met elke zichtbare tattoo die ik neem. Het is en blijft mijn keus, ik weet het en het klinkt ook allemaal heel erg eigenwijs maar ik wil gewoon een baan. Zo lang ik maar geld verdien om mezelf te onderhouden vind ik het prima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En voor iedereen die nog komt vragen: doet een tatoeage pijn? NATUURLIJK DOET DAT PIJN. Op de ene plek meer als op de andere en voor de ene mens meer als voor de andere. Wat doet je denken dat een naald in je huid geen pijn zal doen? Sjongejonge zeg. En nu nooit meer vragen alsjeblieft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Think before you ink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3681068435947952878-7325615831036572976?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7325615831036572976/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/tatoeages.html#comment-form' title='4 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7325615831036572976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7325615831036572976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/tatoeages.html' title='Tatoeages.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-2135694820586086732</id><published>2012-02-03T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:31:58.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days of great things.</title><content type='html'>I decided to do another blog today. The previous one wasn't about the fun I'm going to have next week. Tuesday I'm going to go shopping all by myself. And I am SO looking forward to that. It has been a while and I forgot how much I love it. I'm planning on returning with at least 4 bags FULL of clothes. I already told you I'm quite picky so I wonder if I'm going to make it to those 4 bags. We shall see! And when I bought everything I will show it to you on pictures, deal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I would like to write about is next Wednesday. I'm seeing Gavin DeGraw twice then. YES. TWICE. He's coming to That's Live, a part of the dutch radio station 3fm, which is actually my favorite radio station in the entire world. It also gets presented by my favorite 'DJ' Eric Corton. At That's Live, I might actually get the chance to meet Gavin. That would be awesome but I'm not counting on it too much since everybody there wants a piece of him. Now that sounds gross and it reminds me of Britney Spears. After That's Live, Krijnie, Anita, Marloes, some more people I don't know yet &amp;amp; me go to Amsterdam for Gavin's gig in the "Melkweg". Let's not forget that my best friend Tessa is gonna be at That's Live also &amp;lt;3 I haven't seen her in a while and I really miss her!! My other friend, Savannah, is also coming to That's Live and the Melkweg. It's gonna be a blast! Can hardly wait but I'm gonna have to :-(!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a nice weekend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots of Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-2135694820586086732?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2135694820586086732/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/2-days-of-great-things.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2135694820586086732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2135694820586086732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/2-days-of-great-things.html' title='2 days of great things.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-1913744985908862432</id><published>2012-02-03T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:55:39.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attracted to a stranger.</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I saw him for the first time. He's a stranger to me but he's on my mind 70% of the time. I wonder what his name is, what he likes to do, which music he likes and what his character is like. He asked me something, I answered his question and later he came back to ask more. Nothing special, can't tell what it was since people that are close to me might read this also, yet it meant something to me. I liked the fact that he talked to me and I wanted him to come back again. He didn't. He didn't come back for about 6 weeks. But today he came back. And after I saw him all I kept thinking about was him. I like the fact I don't know him too well, that might ruin everything and make him not interesting at all. But at the same time I really want to talk to him. That might not be the best plan ever considering I'd get totally awkward. It's kind of strange to think about a stranger very often. I don't even know his name or where he works. I guess I'm going to wait another six weeks for him to show up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-1913744985908862432?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1913744985908862432/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/attracted-to-stranger.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1913744985908862432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1913744985908862432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/attracted-to-stranger.html' title='Attracted to a stranger.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-7133095298896476123</id><published>2012-02-01T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:57:14.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money motivates.</title><content type='html'>Ever since September I've got a job at a supermarket and the only thing that motivates me is my pay check. I like the customers and my colleagues but they don't keep me going, the money I get at the end of every 4 weeks, does that. And that still doesn't motivate me to work harder but since I have to if I want to stay, I'm gonna try to work harder. We have to get our job done in 4 hours but with me it mostly takes 4,5 or 5. Oops. I want to keep my job so I can do fun things in the summer but I bet I don't get to stay which will be a shame. I hope I can at least stay til the end of March so I can buy my camera I've been saving up for the past month. It's fun in the supermarket, when I'm at work I mostly walk through the store looking for other colleagues to have fun with. And most of the customers like a good joke too. That makes my job a little less hard to do. I have trouble lifting heavy boxes which contain things like sugar, juice or cleaning liquid. Sometimes my back hurt so much when I get home and I'm always tired. In the afternoon I mostly sleep for about an hour or maybe 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I get paid good and I can do fun stuff. So I can nag about getting up early, having a sore back and lifting heavy things but at the end of the month my motivation is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-7133095298896476123?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7133095298896476123/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/money-motivates.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7133095298896476123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7133095298896476123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/02/money-motivates.html' title='Money motivates.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-1624126212774968712</id><published>2012-01-28T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:16:12.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RP1Z4GTX7U/TyRxl7wCteI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SoCmVwd02Vo/s320/DSCF1807.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written about it before, my biggest hobby: photography. I enjoy the time I spend in the park, because it's my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmdLvs7S48c/TyRxuv_JVNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DtYteuS95OM/s320/DSCF6688.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's so many people calling their pictures 'photography' and they actually think they're good photographers. I don't consider myself a photographer because there's a lot for me to learn, but I do call my pictures 'photography' because the words photos and pictures don't attract as many people as the word photography does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9A3s1E4No5E/TyRx-1LzgKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ccc_H9dLGQk/s320/DSCF0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to watch my photos and I want them to let me know what they think of it. Negative or not, I can learn from what they have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj2sEtIXoyQ/TyRyMxQ1pmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R_fw7r_oPr4/s320/DSCF4310.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm saving up to buy a better camera because tbh this one was 180 euros and it's not as good of a quality that I wanted. But I didn't have a higher budget else I would've bought a better one right away. This is a good camera to start with but now that I'm planning on studying photography I realize I need a new camera so I can get better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft-2Wz21T7Q/TyRyPKZ2jRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LdKJNPRr0s8/s320/DSCF5203.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of a few pictures I took. And the local TV station displays my photos when I send them, with my name up there so it's good and free advertisement. I got asked to photograph on the Bluesfestival in my hometown. Of course I said yes because it's an event I go to every year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ti4tf-UJ-4/TyRySEbHd4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1nemzAbuWOU/s320/DSCF7935.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say I realize I'm not as good as official photographers so stop nagging about that. I enjoy taking pictures and I enjoy that people enjoy them. I'm still learning and I'm willing to learn everything about it when it makes me better. I hope I can discover a lot more about photography, especially portrait photography. That is my least favorite thing but that's probably because I'm not really good at that. Thanks for reading and for now I just promise I won't post a blog for at least one day, haha. I just got inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots &amp;amp; lots of love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: if you have a comment (negative or positive) about my pictures, don't be afraid to drop a comment underneath this. You can do it anonymously and you can also put your name in there. Your choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzLrQgW3xas/TyRyUsQnUBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1EWg7UvOS10/s1600/DSCF8563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzLrQgW3xas/TyRyUsQnUBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1EWg7UvOS10/s320/DSCF8563.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-1624126212774968712?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1624126212774968712/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1624126212774968712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1624126212774968712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography.html' title='Photography.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RP1Z4GTX7U/TyRxl7wCteI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SoCmVwd02Vo/s72-c/DSCF1807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-1232197513603752324</id><published>2012-01-28T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:39:40.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo's from the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaCtLoG-OOQ/TyRAELFJemI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NagX6B3C_ZY/s1600/DSCF8662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaCtLoG-OOQ/TyRAELFJemI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NagX6B3C_ZY/s320/DSCF8662.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jvz--2-gPg/TyRAh5DE5DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/H6JSY8b_ts4/s1600/DSCF6367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jvz--2-gPg/TyRAh5DE5DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/H6JSY8b_ts4/s320/DSCF6367.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-XwuJg7s9g/TyRAk7JV63I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_x143Jb2qag/s1600/DSCF8613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-XwuJg7s9g/TyRAk7JV63I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_x143Jb2qag/s320/DSCF8613.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utVAHwKXz0o/TyRAoDXztAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dwr45t1MKls/s1600/DSCF8634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utVAHwKXz0o/TyRAoDXztAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dwr45t1MKls/s320/DSCF8634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I open my photobooks. Just because I love the pictures that are in it. They make me smile &amp;amp; realize I've had an amazing time growing up. As you can see, I was quite crazy. And I think I still am.. I'm quite sure actually. I have a lot more pictures but I can't upload them all even tho I'd enjoy that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-1232197513603752324?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1232197513603752324/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/photos-from-past.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1232197513603752324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1232197513603752324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/photos-from-past.html' title='Photo&apos;s from the past.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaCtLoG-OOQ/TyRAELFJemI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NagX6B3C_ZY/s72-c/DSCF8662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-8567851356235075758</id><published>2012-01-27T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:36:14.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up.</title><content type='html'>Lately I've noticed a lot of my old friends have a boyfriend and they are planning on living together or getting married. Then I think about myself.. I don't see myself getting married. Living together, that's fine but I don't want to get married. The idea of getting married just makes me ill. It has no use, if you love each other you can do that without a ring on your finger. Nothing really lasts forever and getting married makes it harder to get seperated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, so many people my age (20) are having serious relationships, some of them for over 4 years already. Some people my age are getting married already and some might even have children really soon. That's weird to me because I can't imagine being married or having children at my age. I have a lot to figure out and finally I have the time to make up my mind. I don't need all that on this age. I really don't. I'm not afraid of growing up because I'm already doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a family at the age of 20 seems unreal to me. That's just not realistic for me. I feel like I'm just starting my life and I'm just starting to discover other things in life than school and some of that other shit that "counts" when you're a teenager. I need my space and I need my time. I know who I am and what I stand for, but I've just figured that out and I'm still getting used to it. I love it tho. It feels so good to finally know what I can do and who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if those people ever got a chance to discover theirselves and what they're made of. Right now I don't even want to get married, never ever. It's such bullshit but if you have children I can understand it. I don't want children either. I don't know why, it just does't seem 'something' for me even tho I get along with children quite well. But I still have a couple of years left to make the choice if I want children or not. And then we still have to see if I can HAVE children, because as you know, not every woman can get children.. It's a blessing (I don't believe in God and I hate religion but still) when you can have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I guess the future will tell. We'll see, it's not the time yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-8567851356235075758?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8567851356235075758/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8567851356235075758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8567851356235075758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing up.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-4371392057981509257</id><published>2012-01-22T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:26:06.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDl8jZNa7pg/Txxv02no09I/AAAAAAAAAIE/q36Gf2BA2nE/s1600/hmkopie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDl8jZNa7pg/Txxv02no09I/AAAAAAAAAIE/q36Gf2BA2nE/s320/hmkopie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Zl3Zpz6uo/Txxv4UjCInI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8r6ZoARA6iw/s1600/new+lookkopie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Zl3Zpz6uo/Txxv4UjCInI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8r6ZoARA6iw/s320/new+lookkopie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iK7G6XhTvvc/Txxv6y_QaDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9W3G92wQa7A/s1600/wishkopie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iK7G6XhTvvc/Txxv6y_QaDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9W3G92wQa7A/s320/wishkopie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm going to blog about something you either hate or love. I love it. It's about&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;shopping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I love shopping for myself with someone that likes the same stores as me. I hate shopping with someone that makes me feel like I have to hurry up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking about clothes and I love watching online shops. I buy about 2 pieces of clothing every month. That isn't much and I always try to keep it as cheap as possible. Fact is, online shopping is more expensive. Especially the online shops in Holland. I can only buy in Holland, that's quite frustrating. Luckily Rotterdam isn't very far away and they have a Primark and New Look. Sounds like heaven to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been shopping like you see in the movies. Coming back with at least 15 bags. I always come back with 3 bags or so. I'm planning on going shopping very soon and I will NOT come home with less than 4 bags. I promised myself I will at least fill 4. I need it and I can do it so why the heck not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tho I'm quite picky I'm sure I'll find a lot. Today, I was watching some online shops. H&amp;amp;M, New Look and Nelly I believe.. I only found a couple of things I liked, which you can see up there ^. That's pretty bad, right? If I could wear anything and I could walk on the heels I only would've bought that.. Oops.. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll show you all the stuff I bought when I went shopping. I'm so looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-4371392057981509257?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4371392057981509257/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/shopping.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4371392057981509257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4371392057981509257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDl8jZNa7pg/Txxv02no09I/AAAAAAAAAIE/q36Gf2BA2nE/s72-c/hmkopie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-7385951994624916763</id><published>2012-01-13T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:10:57.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These thoughts I share.</title><content type='html'>We seem to have grown in our thoughts &amp;amp; behaviour&lt;br /&gt;We have tried, learned, lost &amp;amp; won&lt;br /&gt;But now you’re trying to get back..&lt;br /&gt;Get back to the old days.&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to let your love in&lt;br /&gt;To let your love take over &amp;amp; steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;I am not the only one that changed&lt;br /&gt;You seem to have grown a lot along the way&lt;br /&gt;Time has done you well&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’ve almost got what I always wanted&lt;br /&gt;I don’t seem to want it anymore&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little too late &amp;amp; my mind has changed&lt;br /&gt;I like who I am and I like who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I just don’t see us together &lt;br /&gt;Not to day, tomorrow or ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-7385951994624916763?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7385951994624916763/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/these-thoughts-i-share.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7385951994624916763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7385951994624916763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/these-thoughts-i-share.html' title='These thoughts I share.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-3649870539328082792</id><published>2012-01-12T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:14:24.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Young'/><title type='text'>Young. How Young? Neil Young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXk-bqA4qXY/Tw9nHXRsJsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sgYukqVq7Eo/s1600/neily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXk-bqA4qXY/Tw9nHXRsJsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sgYukqVq7Eo/s320/neily.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;laughing my ass off because of the title. I'm sorry for laughing at my own jokes but it's all I do actually. Ok so the subject of this "quick &amp;amp; short" blog is Neil Young. Obviously. Why? Because he has been my hero since I was a little Michelle. My dad is a big fan of him and he infected me with that. I'm thankful for that because Neil now means a lot to me. He's very inspiring. He went through a lot but still held on and became a great human being who cares a lot for other people. His protest songs are the best ones out there and he's a really funny guy. When he got brain surgery, my world kind of crashed. Luckily everything went alright and 4 years later I got the honour of seeing my hero in concert. That is now almost 3 years ago. I really hope I get another chance to see him because he's not getting any younger. He will always be my number 1 artist of all time. I don't believe in God or anything like that but I do believe in the strength of music and that is really powerful to me. Neil always makes me happy and if he doesn't, he makes me think about things I've never thought about before. Not a lot of people my age know Neil Young (or his music) and so I think I'm lucky for knowing it. Neil Young also made the bond between me and my dad stronger. So did Stevie Ray Vaughan, Rory Gallagher and other blueslegends who got us into blues. Each year me and my dad visit the Bluesfestival in my hometown. That's always special for me, cause not that many people have that bond with their parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-3649870539328082792?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3649870539328082792/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/young-how-young-neil-young.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/3649870539328082792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/3649870539328082792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/young-how-young-neil-young.html' title='Young. How Young? Neil Young.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXk-bqA4qXY/Tw9nHXRsJsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sgYukqVq7Eo/s72-c/neily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-103505679231725714</id><published>2012-01-12T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:53:01.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Holden'/><title type='text'>The upcoming gigs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;As you might have noticed: I love music. I recently blogged about my upcoming gigs. The first one is a fact, the second one is nearby. Here's the list I previously blogged about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Go Back To The Zoo - Gavin DeGraw - Rammstein - Bluesfestival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Go Back To The Zoo was last tuesday and it was a great first gig of the year! A great start of my musical year. It was a sneakpreview of the new album that's coming out in April and I'm telling you guys: I'm looking forward to hearing all the songs again because they're good! They played at Rotown, which is a very awesome cafe that gets turned into a really cool venue really quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I have something exciting to tell (well, I think it's exciting): another gig has been added to the list. Greg Holden in Rotown! I don't know if you know him but I know I do. He's a singer/songwriter from the UK who now lives in NYC. His song "The Lost Boy" got really popular once it got picked up by dutch DJ Eric Corton who was busy with Serious Request (an event to raise money for charity). The Lost Boy got a lot of airplay since then and a lot of Gregs shows in Holland have sold out already! Rotown hasn't, but it will sell out and I'm glad I got a ticket already. Today, me and my younger sister decided she's gonna come with me. She's having a hard time. When she was little, a hole in her tympanic membrane was discovered. Last year she got surgery and everything went well until she got an infection in that same ear. Now there's a hole in her tympanic membrane again and she needs&amp;nbsp; hearing aid. It was either new surgery again or hearing aid. She shouldn't be making this choice at her age. It's unfair. She's only 14 years old. She deserves a night out and definitely to one of her favorite singers: Greg Holden. It's her 15th birthday the day before his gig in Rotown so that's nice. Check out his songs :-) He's really talented! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The Gavin DeGraw gig is coming up and I couldn't be more excited. It's going to be awesome together with Anita and Krijnie, as always. More gigs might be added soon, you never know. This saturday I'm going to see my aunt who will be performing with her choir. I'm not that much into choirs but it's my aunt and I've never heard her sing before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-103505679231725714?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/103505679231725714/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/upcoming-gigs.html#comment-form' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/103505679231725714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/103505679231725714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/upcoming-gigs.html' title='The upcoming gigs.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-8620574152085671821</id><published>2012-01-11T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:53:06.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Idiot Abroad'/><title type='text'>An Idiot Abroad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6EAK1UCh7g/Tw4CViDQO7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zkGhYpXzcL4/s1600/an+idiot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6EAK1UCh7g/Tw4CViDQO7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zkGhYpXzcL4/s320/an+idiot.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-an8lI69NOU0/Tw4CWAsrkGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Spsf1irTnkc/s1600/happyslapped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-an8lI69NOU0/Tw4CWAsrkGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Spsf1irTnkc/s320/happyslapped.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been a couple of days since I wrote a blog. I didn't know what to write about but now I know. I've been looking for the books by Karl Pilkington (An Idiot Abroad) for a while now and all of a sudden I remembered a website that probably sells the books. And I was right! I ordered 'An Idiot Abroad' and 'Happyslapped by a jellyfish'. That second title is the most awesome title in the entire world. I am looking forward to reading the books. Probably gonna laugh my ass off but reading this will be worth losing my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I saw a preview of 'An Idiot Abroad' while watching Discovery Channel. I thought 'this show is made for me to watch' and so it was. This 'idiot' is Karl Pilkington. And he's funny as heck. I'm really looking forward to see An Idiot Abroad 2: The Bucket List. It isn't on in Holland yet. That sucks and I hate watching online. One thing that is hilarious about this show also, is the laugh of Ricky Gervais. That man is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bought one single book in my entire life because I don't like reading. I don't think it's relaxing and I find it very difficult to concentrate on all these tiny letters. The reason why I bought these books is just because I'm becoming a fan of the Idiot, Karl Pilkington. I expect the books to be hilarious and I promise, I will read them more than once. They're coming in 3-4 days.. I hope 3. The sooner, the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-8620574152085671821?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8620574152085671821/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/idiot-abroad.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8620574152085671821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8620574152085671821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/idiot-abroad.html' title='An Idiot Abroad.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6EAK1UCh7g/Tw4CViDQO7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zkGhYpXzcL4/s72-c/an+idiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-4578444145809739261</id><published>2012-01-04T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:18:34.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinderdijk'/><title type='text'>Summer days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAIGF3pUAw8/TwTorwDDtpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z_1F4IEGH4U/s320/331398_255910671112996_100000821947529_649617_35079910_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm early but I didn't know what to write about. So I'm gonna write about the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last summer was great even tho the weather wasn't. I had a lot of fun, more fun with my family than with friends because most of them live too far away but yet it was good for me to spend some time with my family. Me and my grandma like to go cycling. The picture above is my bike, standing on the place we always go to during summer, to watch boats and enjoy the aftternoon or evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always look forward to the summer and the older I get the more moments like that mean to me. Me and my grandmother get along very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WndaB2d-s0k/TwTqn1B_E6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cyZcjZEBEM4/s320/DSCF7463.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to 'Kinderdijk' recently. That's where a lot of mills are. I took this photo when we walked towards the mill which you can watch on the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtF5V1Id6G4/TwTqjWbU0HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/23gGlZ0DFa8/s320/DSCF7373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma on her bike. It was quite windy and sometimes rainy but we were there at the right time cause right after we got home it started raining harder. It gets very dangerous there when a thunderstorm comes. About 4 people have died there.. Because of thunder. It's all open so when there's thunder you're screwed. You better lay down or cycle/run for your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2v2I-GVOzRE/TwTqlkX4YXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7hs5sQYXnm4/s320/DSCF7388.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To get there, we had to cycle to the boat, get on the boat, get off board and cycle some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got back we also visited my aunt because it's on the route back home anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had an amazing day and we made it a tradition. So this summer, we'll go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-4578444145809739261?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4578444145809739261/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/summer-days.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4578444145809739261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4578444145809739261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/summer-days.html' title='Summer days.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAIGF3pUAw8/TwTorwDDtpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z_1F4IEGH4U/s72-c/331398_255910671112996_100000821947529_649617_35079910_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5936874296753506214</id><published>2012-01-03T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:26:38.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black, white &amp; pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XI9xrcJt73s/TwN-eVui6UI/AAAAAAAAAG0/x43KLI2mInE/s320/jurks.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is obviously about these 3 dresses above.&lt;br /&gt;These 3 are my only dresses. Well I have 2 more but I dislike them and gonna throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely crazy about each one of these dresses.&lt;br /&gt;The first one I wore several times, the second one I only wore to my cousins wedding and the third one I wore to a family christmas dinner. &lt;br /&gt;As you can see I also had matching shoes.. For the second dress it took long to find matching shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of myself for wearing and even daring to BUY dresses. Back in the days I used to wear big shirts and just regular jeans.. I couldn't even think of wearing a dress. Now I wear them, not very often, but I wear them sometimes. And I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59GE2woiAqI/TwN-f-NdB6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/cJ6eB4PPnzA/s320/jurksje.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday I'm going to a friends party. I'm really excited for it and we are going out. I only go out like 2 times a year because I don't like the music and the people. But a good night out with some friends can be good sometimes. The second point was: my outfit. I ordered 2 shirts on sunday, both blue-ish.. The first one, I didn't like, the second one was just an add but I still didn't like it. I like the third and fourth but it's quite impossible going out in Rotterdam in those clothes. I didn't like the fifth, I don't like the shirt so I'm going to send it back. But I do like the last one.. My black jeans, blue shirt and black jacket look good together. I'm going to wear my black boots with it because if I go out with heels my feet will probably die. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5936874296753506214?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5936874296753506214/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-white-pink.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5936874296753506214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5936874296753506214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-white-pink.html' title='Black, white &amp; pink.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XI9xrcJt73s/TwN-eVui6UI/AAAAAAAAAG0/x43KLI2mInE/s72-c/jurks.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5306465722606619393</id><published>2012-01-03T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T05:48:28.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidauban.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1HM0h_QPXW0/TwMFrh8jaAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yfrAXLRwIrM/s1600/2010_0410France0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1HM0h_QPXW0/TwMFrh8jaAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yfrAXLRwIrM/s320/2010_0410France0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqYmywcW_Ys/TwMFvFViu4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rG6ya7vd40c/s320/2010_0410France0196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and aunt have a house in Vidauban, France. It's beautiful and  we've been there 3 times already, with the entire family. 2006, 2008  &amp;amp; 2010. This year we're not going and I totally dislike that but I  understand. If we'd go, my mom or dad would have to stay home and look  after our pets. That wouldn't be fun also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hq0fnF72l2w/TwMFw1QuhCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAjiQkNsJ_A/s1600/2010_0410France0287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hq0fnF72l2w/TwMFw1QuhCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAjiQkNsJ_A/s320/2010_0410France0287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74ZbutbVC1s/TwMFzeh2JgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6kvWi5KiyiQ/s320/2010_0410France0370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on the 2nd day there. It was fun and amazing to do this with a part of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bkz5VhUn7Fc/TwMGOboZ9wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k-abS72ax64/s1600/2010_0415France20120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bkz5VhUn7Fc/TwMGOboZ9wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k-abS72ax64/s320/2010_0415France20120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_s0tmAvdQwA/TwMGQ-5OOkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QR9LTh7SFJU/s320/2010_0415France20145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was actually pretty sunny and that's why my dad and cousin decided to take a dive in the pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr3vdp49r6Q/TwMGTvzDizI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JQkDjv6fZ_o/s1600/2010_0415France20448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr3vdp49r6Q/TwMGTvzDizI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JQkDjv6fZ_o/s320/2010_0415France20448.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nw6dlg76AU/TwMGWBa5-MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0sBrPYJIS_s/s320/2010_0415France20467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAPPY DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoXP7NkFGcU/TwMGX1oqamI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gqLTU3wYJ6w/s1600/2010_0415France20556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoXP7NkFGcU/TwMGX1oqamI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gqLTU3wYJ6w/s320/2010_0415France20556.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the 3 times we went, we had an amazing time. Mainly because of the great weather and the things we were doing. We went shopping in St. Tropez and we also went for a walk in the mountains, to a little chapel. The 3rd time we went, we didn't have really good weather like the 2 times before but it was still great to be together with the family.. My cousins weren't there but luckily the rest of the family was. We also went to St. Tropez in 2010, and just my luck: there was a harley davidson meeting. I happen to be in love with Harley Davidsons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love the most about these holidays is the fact that my family was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that this is my dads family, but my moms family is actually part french. So my mom, me and my younger sister are a tiny part french also. How awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those are the moments I cherish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5306465722606619393?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5306465722606619393/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/vidauban.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5306465722606619393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5306465722606619393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/vidauban.html' title='Vidauban.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1HM0h_QPXW0/TwMFrh8jaAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yfrAXLRwIrM/s72-c/2010_0410France0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-1003045078121332717</id><published>2012-01-01T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:57:47.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes fashion'/><title type='text'>Expect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPq3_TQ_W-w/TwDHs5kIN4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MsOurNn-65Y/s320/orderoooooooooo.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could've expected this. I ordered clothes. But this time I have an excuse: it's for my job. Most of the time it's very frickin cold there and I have to wear other clothes underneath my jacket. The first sweater I just bought because I've been in love with it every since I saw it on the H&amp;amp;M website (which was about 3 months ago). I think everyone thinks it looks horrible but I just frickin love it. The last one, the singlet, I just had to have. It's good to have something like that to put under a shirt for extra warmth. Plus, it kind of looks indian which I am absolutely crazy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqgo2XY6dRs/TwDHtpiga6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0uy72kYMkag/s320/orderrrrr.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ordered these 2 shirts. One of my best friends (Samira) her birthday is coming up and I really don't know what to wear. I'd like to put on some color this time, in stead of all black again. It's a celebration, not a funeral. So I bought those 2. The first one I can combine with a black jacket, jeans and boots and the second one I'd love to combine with my skirt, leggings and boots. We'll see what looks best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll both be delivered tuesday. Which is pretty soon! &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-1003045078121332717?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1003045078121332717/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/expect.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1003045078121332717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1003045078121332717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/01/expect.html' title='Expect.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPq3_TQ_W-w/TwDHs5kIN4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MsOurNn-65Y/s72-c/orderoooooooooo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-2509701276350810453</id><published>2011-12-30T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:45:39.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012.</title><content type='html'>Zondag. Zondag is het 2012. Een nieuw jaar, een nieuw begin maar dan ook ECHT een nieuwe start. Ik kijk uit naar de concerten die nu al op de planning staan: Go Back To The Zoo, Gavin DeGraw, Rammstein, Greg Holden &amp;amp; het bluesfestival. Natuurlijk hoop ik er later meer aan toe te kunnen voegen maar het is een mooi vooruitzicht voor nu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik denk dat ik eindelijk eens kan zeggen dat het afgelopen jaar, een goed jaar was. Ik heb veel bands gezien, veel gelachen maar ook tijd doorgebracht met mensen waar ik veel om geef. En ik denk dat dat, van alles, het meest waardevol is voor mij. Als je met die mensen bent, dan ben je met degene die ook om JOU geven. Iets moet van 2 kanten komen, of het nou het familie gevoel of vriendschap is. En dat kwam het dit jaar eindelijk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 heb ik Queens of the Stone Age en de Foo Fighters live gezien. Had ik zelf eerlijk gezegd NOOIT gedacht. Vooral de Foo Fighters niet.. Maar man, wat was dat een belevenis. Ik ga niet liegen, het publiek bij Queens of the Stone Age in de Effenaar was kut. Het was echt he-le-maal niets.. Meer aandacht voor elkaar als voor de band en het was mijn eerste keer QotSA. Ik vond dat niet eerlijk en was dus boos de dagen erna. Ik heb zelfs GEHUILD. En zeker omdat Josh (zanger QotSA, Josh Homme, ook wel bekend van mijn.. sexy mannen obsessie collectie. Oeps.) zelf ook had gezegd dat het concert in de Effenaar vrijwel kut was. Maar goed, ik heb Queens of the Stone Age gezien. En hopelijk dit jaar weer.. Of het jaar erna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit jaar ben ik naar Pinkpop geweest. Een muziekfestival dat ik eigenlijk altijd alleen maar op TV volg. Ik wilde gaan, maar ik dacht "Michelle in een tentje.. zonder echt een douche en met dixi's.. Nee.." dus geen kaartje gekocht. Maar mijn probleem was dat de Foo Fighters zouden komen. En Wolfmother, Volbeat en Elbow. Toen kwam mijn redster in nood, Quirine won 6 kaartjes en had er nog 1 over. Die was voor mij, zowel direct wanneer Tessa het voor mij vroeg. Het leuke is ook, dat ik nu vrienden ben met Quirine. En ik ben haar nog steeds ZO dankbaar. Pinkpop was leuk, met Tessa vooral. Maar ik had geen luchtbed en heb 2 dagen op de grond geslapen.. oeps.. en mijn voeten waren duidelijk niet gebouwd op lange loop tochten en veel staan. Elbow? Alleen Grounds for Divorce gezien. Wolfmother? De 2e beste performance op Pinkpop. Volbeat? Leuk als tussendoortje tijdens het wachten op mijn grote helden: de Foo Fighters. Verder waren zij ook een van mijn hoogtepunten. Foo Fighters? Dat kan ik niet eens omschrijven. Toen het voorbij was voelde het zo onwijs voldaan. Alsof ik compleet was en niets meer nodig had. De dagen erna raakte ik dus ook een beetje in een dip omdat ik dacht "ALS DIT HET TOFSTE CONCERT WAS DIE IK HEB GEZIEN, DAN IS ER NIETS MEER VOOR MIJ". Dat is niet zo, hahahha. Ik blijf genieten van oude EN nieuwe muziek maar dat optreden van de Foo Fighters blijft mij echt voor ALTIJD bij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 ben ik ook weer erg veranderd. Ik denk dat dat ook iets te maken heeft met Krijnie en Anita. 2 Vrouwen waar ik vaak mee mee ga naar concerten en waarmee het altijd, maar dan ook echt altijd gezellig is. Krijnie die praat tegen iedereen. Ze kan zelfs nog met een muur van baksteen een gesprek voeren. Dat vind ik knap, en dat zou ik ook graag willen. Nou zou ik een muur bakstenen niet erg vinden maar vreemde mensen wel. En Anita? Die doet lekker mee! We zijn al bij zo veel geweest het afgelopen jaar, vooral bij De Staat natuurlijk, en ik wil ze daar dan ook voor bedanken. Zonder hen, was het niet gezellig en was ik niet eens bij de meeste concerten geweest. Daarvoor wil ik ook Eric bedanken. Als die mijn bericht voor het Twitterfeest niet had geretweet, dan had ik niet eens gekund EN dan had ik Anita en Krijnie niet ontmoet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het is ook een jaar geweest waarin ik meer ben gaan hechten aan mijn familie. Ik heb me gerealiseerd dat in de tijd dat ik ze nodig had zij er als enige echt voor mij waren en het voor mij op namen. Dat vind ik heel belangrijk. Dit jaar heb ik mijn familie dan ook best wel vaak gezien. Tijd doorbrengen met mijn opa's en oma's is ook belangrijker voor mij geworden, je weet nooit wanneer het de laatste keer is dat je ze ziet. Eigenlijk is dat ook zo met de rest van de mensen waar ik om geef.. Elke minuut, seconde, kan je laatste zijn. En ik wil niet op mijn geweten hebben dat ik iets stoms als laatste heb gezegd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik kijk uit naar 2012. Ik hoop dat ik nog meer verander. Vroeger was ik onzeker en kroop ik liever ergens in een hoekje dan dat ik ergens vooraan ging staan. Ik weet dat ik nu bijna het tegenover gestelde ben maar er is nog veel werk aan de winkel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik wil nog even Tessa bedanken. Mijn beste vriendin. Zij heeft er ook voor gezorgd dat het een heel mooi jaar was en de concerten die ik met haar meegemaakt heb, staan ook in mijn top 5. Ze is iemand die echt kan vertrouwen en dat vind ik zo tof aan haar. Ik heb vriendinnen gehad waarmee ik naar concerten ging en die mij na afloop in de steek lieten. Ik heb vriendinnen gehad die, als ik iets aan hen vertelde, het gelijk door vertelden. En dat is niet de bedoeling als je vrienden bent. Tessa heeft dit jaar haar hond verloren, net als vorige jaar.. Dat is iets wat ik haar absoluut niet toewens voor het volgende jaar. Een dierenvriend, dat is ze. Maakt niet uit of je een mug bent of een paard. Tessa houdt van je. En ik hou heel veel van Tessa. Ik vertrouw haar soms meer als dat ik mijzelf vertrouw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen waarmee ik waardevolle momenten heb doorgebracht dit jaar: bedankt. Bedankt voor het laten inzien dat ik wat voor jullie beteken want dat doet mij goed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Prettige jaarwisseling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;p.s: je bent een rund als je met vuurwerk stunt!!11!!!!!!11!!!!11!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-2509701276350810453?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2509701276350810453/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2509701276350810453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2509701276350810453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-148822585686432094</id><published>2011-12-28T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:39:21.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foo Fighters'/><title type='text'>2 hours with the Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJshXN4SLUM/Tvt9pT9c5vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/La-Vms0c2_E/s320/fftatt.png" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my tattoo. It's the logo of the band 'Foo Fighters'. Here's my story, the story about my first Foo Fighters gig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine: you’ve been looking forward to seeing that one band for over 2 days. (actually a few years..)&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been sleeping 2 nights without an air bed.&lt;br /&gt;You’re tired, thanks to the noise all your fellow campers make.&lt;br /&gt;Your feet hurt so much and there’s no place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;Right: you’re happy that it has finally come to that one moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PinkPop monday is there.&lt;br /&gt;Front row at the Foo Fighters? Never gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;Judged too early, AND front row.. I gotta stay here.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of bands and hours later, the moment was finally there.&lt;br /&gt;Hands HIGH up in the air and LET’S GO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling myself to go for it. This is what you have been waiting for and this is what you have been looking forward to. Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what I’m doing, I’m going for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yelling, jumping, clapping and singing, I’m throwing out all the energy I have saved the last 6 hours of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The security that was worried about me earlier, is now seeing that this is&amp;nbsp; MY moment, this is what I have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t said too much and I haven’t expected too much.&lt;br /&gt;It was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The shitty sleeping, the long walks, the train trip and even the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been this happy and enthousiastic ever before. I didn’t even know I had that in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these, let it die, they’re all coming along.&lt;br /&gt;They make me speechless and the goosebumps I have, are explaining what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going along with the crowd, I love how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;A giant rush of energy and a need for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for Learn to fly.&lt;br /&gt;A magical song that does something to me that no other song does.&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow is playing a big part in the feelings I have right now..&lt;br /&gt;Magical, it’s all magical.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t dream of anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthousiasm, pride and luck are a few feelings that express the 2 hours I just had with the Foo Fighters.&lt;br /&gt;My 2 hours with the Foo Fighters are done and it’s time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Tired but satisfied I get in to my dad’s car.&lt;br /&gt;The night has only just started yet it’s so full of stories already.&lt;br /&gt;So full of 2 hours with the Foo Fighters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-148822585686432094?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/148822585686432094/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-hours-with-foo-fighters.html#comment-form' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/148822585686432094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/148822585686432094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-hours-with-foo-fighters.html' title='2 hours with the Foo Fighters'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJshXN4SLUM/Tvt9pT9c5vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/La-Vms0c2_E/s72-c/fftatt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-7291285013571066855</id><published>2011-12-26T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:11:15.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerst is voorbij.</title><content type='html'>Het is net 00:00 geweest en dat betekend dat kerst voorbij is. Ik heb lekker gegeten, hard gelachen met onwijs lieve mensen waar ik veel van hou en leuke cadeaus gehad. Maar dit betekend dat de kerst-spirit uit gaat en dat ik chagrijnig word. Dus voor nu wat negativiteit. Dit keer in het Nederlands, omdat het plat en boos is bedoeld. In het Engels klinkt het zelfs nog prachtig als je "you are a fucking asshole" zegt. Ik bedoel maar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik ben het zat. Ik ben het zat om door zo genoemde vrienden aan de kant gezet te worden voor anderen. Voor vriendjes, voor mensen die ze pas 2 dagen kennen of zelfs voor hun voormalige vijanden. Elke keer geloof ik weer dat ze zijn veranderd, als ze bij me terug komen en uithuilen. Maar elke keer word ik weer teleur gesteld. Het is genoeg nu. Ik ben niet meer wie ik was, ik ben veranderd en ik ben harder geworden. Ik kan mensen zonder pardon uit mijn leven zetten en hun bestaan vergeten. Maar zij hebben het daar naar gemaakt. Zij die inruilden of links lieten leggen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze zeggen, liefde maakt blind. Dat boeit me helemaal niets. Je bent gewoon onwijs dom als je je steeds in de maling laat nemen. En dat is dus ook zo met vriendschap. Want je WILT geloven dat ze veranderd zijn, je WILT geloven dat ze nu echt niets doms meer doen. Maar als je telkens weer teleur gesteld wordt, verlies je hoop. En die heb ik verloren, zo hard verloren dat het al is verteert en nooit meer terug komt. In geen enkele vorm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit jaar zijn er oude vriendschappen herrezen maar er zijn er ook beeindigd. En dat was nodig, na al die tijd. Want steeds bij mij komen uithuilen als je vriendje vreemd gaat en je vervolgens weer met hem neemt en hem vertrouwd, gaat er niet in bij mij. Dat dat gebeurd tot 3x toe, daar kan ik al helemaal niet meer bij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik ben dom geweest, dom om in jullie te geloven. Ik hoop dat de vrienden die ik nu heb, dat nooit zullen doen. Maar ik weet niets meer zeker omdat iedereen onvoorspelbaar lijkt te zijn de laatste tijd. Je denkt dat je je vrienden kent, maar lang niet alles vertellen ze. De noodzakelijke dingen weet je. Ik hoef niet te weten welke onderbroek je aan hebt of of je gedoucht hebt vanochtend. Maar als ik vraag "hoe gaat het" verwacht ik eerlijk antwoord en niet "goed" terwijl je je gevoelens onderdrukt en zelf zit te huilen. Als je vervolgens ook nog klaagt dat niemand naar jouw verdriet vraagt, is er iets mis met JOU want mensen kunnen niet ruiken dat jij in een hoekje zit te huilen en zo veel dingen aan je hoofd hebt dat je helemaal gestoord wordt van jezelf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als ik je echt ken, dan weet ik dat het niet goed met je gaat, dan weet ik dat je je niet goed voelt. Maar als je hulp wilt, of iemand om mee te praten, moet je het tegen MIJ zeggen. Ik niet tegen jou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheers to friends, want ik heb ze toch nodig.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-7291285013571066855?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7291285013571066855/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/kerst-is-voorbij.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7291285013571066855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7291285013571066855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/kerst-is-voorbij.html' title='Kerst is voorbij.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-4763816025928791310</id><published>2011-12-25T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:05:31.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>I got 3 super awesome gifts! I got coupons to 2 awesome stores. 1 for ONLY and 1 for Hunkemoller cause man I need a new bra! And ONLY is a clothes store and you can never have enough clothes so this is soooooo good. And I also got a wallet which I really really needed and now I've got a cool grey one. So thanks mom (a.k.a santa ofc) for giving me these awesome presents! Later on when I've used my coupons I'll show you what I bought :-) So excited to spend my coupons hahaa. Especially since it's SALE pretty much everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was very pleased with the presents I gave him. Soccer shorts, a towel (yes, a very large one lol), a hat &amp;amp; a Seasick Steve CD. I bought that CD so I can listen to it also haha. Seasick Steve is &lt;b&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAWESOOOOOOOOOME&lt;/b&gt;!!! My dad actually asked Joe Bonamassa but he already has that one so I didn't give him that CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (1st day of christmas) we spent time at my grandparents. First we visited my fathers' parents and after that we went to my mothers' parents and ate there. The food was delicious! Couldn't have imagined a better first day of christmas :-). I hope y'all are getting great gifts and having good fun also! And let's not forget the food: I hope you have a tasty and good meal. Eat whatever you can because christmas is a good excuse to eat much more than usual!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-4763816025928791310?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4763816025928791310/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4763816025928791310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4763816025928791310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-2825402091736459077</id><published>2011-12-24T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:14:01.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sieradenkistje'/><title type='text'>Got them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9C-Mj4g2jM/TvX5UfJGDbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aIMQ0nEzHNQ/s1600/290854_294145287289534_100000821947529_745645_172143795_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9C-Mj4g2jM/TvX5UfJGDbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aIMQ0nEzHNQ/s320/290854_294145287289534_100000821947529_745645_172143795_o.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdsBoTx9r64/TvX5VahY3gI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dC1JAF8mjKA/s1600/326909_294952813875448_100000821947529_748688_463614943_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdsBoTx9r64/TvX5VahY3gI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dC1JAF8mjKA/s320/326909_294952813875448_100000821947529_748688_463614943_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what came in the mail thursday? My lovely Sieradenkistje order!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sieradenkistje.nl/"&gt;www.sieradenkistje.nl&lt;/a&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it's beautiful and what you see on their site, is what you get!&lt;br /&gt;This time I even got a pair of earrings with my order! How nice is that. I don't wear earrings but my younger sister does so I gave them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love almost everything you can buy there. Each and every time I go on that site and see what's new. I just can't stop myself from ordering there! They deliver very quickly, in the Netherlands. &lt;br /&gt;I ordered it on wednesday and got it on thursday! Now that's service, people.&lt;br /&gt;Other websites can learn from that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-2825402091736459077?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2825402091736459077/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/got-them.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2825402091736459077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/2825402091736459077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/got-them.html' title='Got them!'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9C-Mj4g2jM/TvX5UfJGDbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aIMQ0nEzHNQ/s72-c/290854_294145287289534_100000821947529_745645_172143795_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5404617373068605252</id><published>2011-12-24T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:55:24.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckily we still got the pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpL_o5CX7wo/TvX0wM6k4uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HkIaO8t5Zws/s320/DSCF0364.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of chairs and tables!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3xVwi8SDZ4/TvX0zX3YsSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ccqrjWXqklE/s320/DSCF0374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the sandwiches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqOOUOB00Tc/TvX02eiv-zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WBYal-nW6iA/s320/DSCF0397.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aCY7TW9wb8/TvX05FHis4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xEho8S66vQA/s320/DSCF0455.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave my grandparents a photo book! And they were so happy with it&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVWGGuRSGa0/TvX07ueWvKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e1aBEOP2PYM/s1600/DSCF0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVWGGuRSGa0/TvX07ueWvKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e1aBEOP2PYM/s320/DSCF0486.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBMhgzNhRP0/TvX0-nQO0VI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cCG4FhGKm8A/s320/DSCF0506.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousins were playing with a balloon almost all the time.. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KACROPEUJyM/TvX1BOZGoFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bEciXRFgtaU/s320/DSCF0550.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia, Damy, me (I'm not standing tall and my vest looks weird but ok), Vince, Nina, Nicky, Anouk, Naomi, Naomi's boyfriend Arie &amp;amp; Stefan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome day with good food and lots of family! With a total of 43 people I guess we can say this day was a great success. If you count in that my grandparents had the time of their life you can say that it was the most perfect day this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5404617373068605252?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5404617373068605252/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/luckily-we-still-got-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5404617373068605252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5404617373068605252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/luckily-we-still-got-pictures.html' title='Luckily we still got the pictures!'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpL_o5CX7wo/TvX0wM6k4uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HkIaO8t5Zws/s72-c/DSCF0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-6488681008074371098</id><published>2011-12-22T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:05:12.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZE8tRup4Z0/TvO3hOvH-eI/AAAAAAAAADs/527Rn6GTxFc/s1600/opaomamaa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZE8tRup4Z0/TvO3hOvH-eI/AAAAAAAAADs/527Rn6GTxFc/s320/opaomamaa.png" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that sounds long. My grandparents are married for over 50 years today. Tomorrow we're gonna celebrate it with a high tea. Me and my aunts are going to bake, bake, bake! And my cousin is making croissants and brownies. There will be 43 people (total) and most of them are OLD. But still they're nice and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents are both beautiful, loving and caring. I love them more than almost anyone in this world. I'm always welcome and back in the days they used to babysit me a lot. Luckily they don't live far away so I can see them often. My grandmother and me always go out for a day. The last time we went on a boat to "Kinderdijk" and saw the mills. We had an awesome, fun day. On our bikes, photographing mills and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both have a very special and large space in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;I love them, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-6488681008074371098?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6488681008074371098/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/50-years.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/6488681008074371098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/6488681008074371098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/50-years.html' title='50 years.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZE8tRup4Z0/TvO3hOvH-eI/AAAAAAAAADs/527Rn6GTxFc/s72-c/opaomamaa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-1665907766158986805</id><published>2011-12-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:13:35.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delivery time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhrTAnyTxZc/TvJIUVOGnJI/AAAAAAAAADI/-9w560haY10/s320/sgoe.png" width="201" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. My clothes came in the mail today! And of course my shoes.. I love it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrUpLxEywA0/TvJIViwyQhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aEoAGHWWnxA/s320/sweaterrr.png" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purple hoodie &amp;lt;3 Love it so much. It's so warm. And purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09bSfzTXqr4/TvJJCXF56MI/AAAAAAAAADY/AEilnT16CFY/s320/skirts.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the first 2 pics it's the same little black skirt. It's simple but easy to combine. In this case I combined it with my favorite blouse. The second one is a denim skirt. I don't love it that much yet but that might come when I've found a shirt that can go with it without looking preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I came home from work and the first thing I did was run to the door to see if anything came in the mail and it was a little paper that said where they delivered the package since I wasn't home!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this awesome site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sieradenkistje.nl/"&gt;www.sieradenkistje.nl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered 3 things there, yesterday! It's not expensive and it's quite good quality. Not real silver and gold but still very awesome and funny.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShamRbwDwcU/TvJLjNwgvaI/AAAAAAAAADg/2WFGZrfWqws/s320/sk.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love them already. I already had the ring but I lost it while it was my favorite ring :(&lt;br /&gt;the second is a bracelet, it's sort of indian and I'm in love with that.&lt;br /&gt;The necklace.... I'm in love with it. Thanks to the video of No One Knows bij Queens of the Stone Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots of&amp;nbsp; love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-1665907766158986805?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1665907766158986805/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/delivery-time.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1665907766158986805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1665907766158986805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/delivery-time.html' title='Delivery time.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhrTAnyTxZc/TvJIUVOGnJI/AAAAAAAAADI/-9w560haY10/s72-c/sgoe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5131822141793265872</id><published>2011-12-19T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:22:18.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls and food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now that sounds wrong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was actually talking about Christmas. For me, Christmas is nothing more than eating food and getting presents. And of course decorating the christmas tree but that's not a thing I do every year. I've never done it all by myself because I just don't give a shit about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't celebrate christmas eve. On the first day of christmas we're going to my grandparents house to eat there! And the second day of christmas we're just gonna eat at home. No dressing up, I might even be wearing my pj's during dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing for christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5131822141793265872?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5131822141793265872/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/balls-and-food.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5131822141793265872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5131822141793265872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/balls-and-food.html' title='Balls and food.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5818173965789927273</id><published>2011-12-17T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:12:51.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, the year of music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm90b4snzSg/Tu0h6blgJqI/AAAAAAAAADA/4s2R9mB2uu4/s1600/daveeeeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm90b4snzSg/Tu0h6blgJqI/AAAAAAAAADA/4s2R9mB2uu4/s320/daveeeeee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2011 had been the year of music, for me. I've seen so many bands the past year. And I loved almost all of them. For example: I saw Queens of the Stone Age, Foo Fighters, De Staat &amp;amp; Wolfmother. 4 of my favorite bands. Even tho the QotSA audience sucked, I still saw QotSA and that meant a lot to me. I also saw Elbow, twice. And I have to say, even tho I don't like all of their songs and think some of them are quite boring, their shows were great. Especially the showcase I was at with only 300 of 349 more people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Staat is a dutch band that I'm going to see tomorrow, for the sixth time within a year and a month. They've become one of my favorite bands. They know how to make a show they know how to perform they know how to make a fucking great album that will never get boring. If it wasn't for the dutch DJ Eric Corton and Krijnie &amp;amp; Anita, I probably wouldn't have known them and I wouldn't have been to almost six shows already. So thank you 3 :-). If you&amp;nbsp; ever get the chance to see them live: go see them live. They're worth every second of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited for the upcoming year. It will start out good with Go Back To The Zoo. Followed by Gavin Degraw and Rammstein. I am SO going to enjoy every minute of it. I'm sure more shows and artist will be added to my "seen live" list. At least I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed this year so much. I'll make a blog about this subject later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5818173965789927273?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5818173965789927273/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-year-of-music.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5818173965789927273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5818173965789927273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-year-of-music.html' title='2011, the year of music.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm90b4snzSg/Tu0h6blgJqI/AAAAAAAAADA/4s2R9mB2uu4/s72-c/daveeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5919658971175904578</id><published>2011-12-17T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:55:52.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heels'/><title type='text'>high heels and delicious food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV-50R1UtCU/Tu0cqSemd-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/J4FhJpraZrw/s1600/heelsssssss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV-50R1UtCU/Tu0cqSemd-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/J4FhJpraZrw/s320/heelsssssss.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;In love with the heels above. They are perfect, so perfect. I bought them for my family christmas dinner at a restaurant. Too bad I had to walk to get my food but damn lemme tell you guys that food was delicious. So good I couldn't walk on my heels anymore at the end of the evening. They're 13 cm high and I started slipping out so I had to walk to the car on my bare feet, haha. It was all worth it because I got to wear them for 3,5 hours. Even tho they were under the table for 3 hours, lol. I got a lot of compliments about them. They were worth the money. So worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU GUYS that food was really delicious. These heels remind me of that evening and of the food so now I'm hungry again. Thank you guys for reminding me. Thanks. A lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5919658971175904578?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5919658971175904578/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-heels-and-delicious-food.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5919658971175904578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5919658971175904578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-heels-and-delicious-food.html' title='high heels and delicious food.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV-50R1UtCU/Tu0cqSemd-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/J4FhJpraZrw/s72-c/heelsssssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-7689606851316294942</id><published>2011-12-15T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:48:10.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gavin degraw'/><title type='text'>Gavin is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/CPjnI8oXFW0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPjnI8oXFW0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CPjnI8oXFW0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can anyone not love this? This is Gavin DeGraw. You might know him from 'Chariot' and 'I don't wanna be'. Let's not forget his newest single 'Not over you' that got a lot of airplay in the Netherlands lately. Back in the days I used to be a big fan of Gavin but then I kind of went the Queens of the Stone Age side and Gavin got out of sight. Then I met Krijnie and Anita, 2 big Gavin fans. And there he is, he is back. Back with a new album, back in my life. And this time, I'm going to see him live. With Krijnie and Anita. I'm so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I watch on youtube are songs by Gavin DeGraw. All I sing are lyrics by Gavin DeGraw. I work in a supermarket and the 4hrs I'm there, I hear 'Not over you' at least once an hour. Sometimes twice. And the more I hear it, the louder I sing along. Trust me, there's gonna come a day that I'm going to sing it so loud the supermarket loses its customers. And this song, Sweeter, is just sexy. One hell of a sexy song. Sang by a sexy man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually going to see him on feb. 8 in Amsterdam. AND IT'S SOLD OUT BITCHES AND I'M SO GONNA BE THERE. Too bad the v.i.p packages are 55 euros and I'm a poor wannabe student. Well. I'll get over it. It will be amazing with Krijnie and Anita! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-7689606851316294942?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7689606851316294942/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/gavin-is-back.html#comment-form' title='3 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7689606851316294942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7689606851316294942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/gavin-is-back.html' title='Gavin is back.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-8049476997666934054</id><published>2011-12-15T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:41:34.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>A new start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exDHoVRcM4/TuoSCWlCeZI/AAAAAAAAACY/RRC20QslbRE/s1600/2010_0225bloeee0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exDHoVRcM4/TuoSCWlCeZI/AAAAAAAAACY/RRC20QslbRE/s320/2010_0225bloeee0005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuWYUlXID8/TuoSJ01_5OI/AAAAAAAAACg/QWLy6gMOz1s/s1600/Lolz+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuWYUlXID8/TuoSJ01_5OI/AAAAAAAAACg/QWLy6gMOz1s/s320/Lolz+021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hs2HOktG5g/TuoUtCmoJiI/AAAAAAAAACw/ALTy1KJ2izQ/s1600/DSCF1808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hs2HOktG5g/TuoUtCmoJiI/AAAAAAAAACw/ALTy1KJ2izQ/s320/DSCF1808.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The pictures above are just 3 of the photos I made the past 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;Photography has become my favorite hobby, ok maybe not my favorite because that is visiting concerts but it sure is my second favorite of all time.&lt;br /&gt;I quit 2 studies and now I have a break, for a year. But this September I have to start again and I really didn't know what study I should do.. I've finally decided that photography is the only thing I want and one of the only things I like. So I signed up for the study. Within the next 2 weeks I'll receive something I have to fill in and then I have to do a test. I hope I get accepted because it's my dream to become a fantastic photographer and to share my photos with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Nature photography is my favorite thing but I also start to like photographing people as well.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see where this goes.. For now I'm just proud of myself for willing to get started again.&lt;br /&gt;School isn't my thing and I really don't like being there all day but you've got to give up something to reach that you've always dreamed of. &lt;br /&gt;If I get accepted it'll mean a lot to me. It would mean a new start. A new way of making my dreams come true. A new opportunity to show what I'm made of and that I'm not a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get accepted and if I don't I wouldn't know what to do. But I'm going to stay positive. &lt;br /&gt;I will fight my way in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-8049476997666934054?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8049476997666934054/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-start.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8049476997666934054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/8049476997666934054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-start.html' title='A new start.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exDHoVRcM4/TuoSCWlCeZI/AAAAAAAAACY/RRC20QslbRE/s72-c/2010_0225bloeee0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-7060253532915091057</id><published>2011-12-14T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:02:55.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love friendship music happy meganandliz'/><title type='text'>So much to tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imdSIALhoyU/TukouB2edqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GB3z37zOyFU/s320/areyouhappynow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Are you happy now? isn't just a song by Megan &amp;amp; Liz, it's also what I'm asking myself right now. I think I am really happy and satisfied with how things are going now. I am who I've always wanted to be: me. I keep on changing and changing and I'm loving every moment of it. Lately I've been noticing everyone around me seems to get older. People come and go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy I got back in touch with old friends of mine but I'm also happy I lost a few. It has done me good. When you lose one friendship you sometimes gain another. It's like 'when one door closes, another one opens' and that really is the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. I see my family often, I have a lot of good friends and even a best friend who I REALLY trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But music and concerts are also a big part of my happiness. Lately I've been visiting a lot of concerts. Queens of the Stone Age, Foo Fighters, Wolfmother, Boyce Avenue &amp;amp; De Staat are just a few of my favorite bands I've seen live this year. This has been the best 'musical' year for me so far. It has been great meeting some artist and being able to talk to them. It has been great being appreciated for just being there. It means a lot to me when that gets said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with who I am, how I look, who my friends are, my family &amp;amp; the music I listen to. I love spending my time with all of you and I love spending my time on music. I'm just very happy. And it feels good to finally be able to say that and really mean it. I haven't felt this way in like.. forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, to everyone that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-7060253532915091057?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7060253532915091057/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-much-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7060253532915091057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/7060253532915091057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-much-to-tell.html' title='So much to tell.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imdSIALhoyU/TukouB2edqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GB3z37zOyFU/s72-c/areyouhappynow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-4797815224805228958</id><published>2011-12-14T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:33:11.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTRf7GDE10s/TujOfzM4GiI/AAAAAAAAACI/TEHL3bYjUZc/s1600/327376_10151038308995471_707800470_21950744_361118487_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTRf7GDE10s/TujOfzM4GiI/AAAAAAAAACI/TEHL3bYjUZc/s320/327376_10151038308995471_707800470_21950744_361118487_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Introducing you guys to someone special I'm very proud of: my 7 months old nephew. He's the son of my cousin, so he's not really my nephew. His name is Woed Lee Tchai. Like I said, he's 7 months old. I love him so much even tho I don't see him that often. He's such a happy baby which makes me happy also. He's so wise and he's a little gentleman. I can't explain how proud I am to be his sort of cousin. He doesn't cry very often so I'd like to babysit him some time in the future. But I won't clean his poop. That's gross. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, ever since my cousin had Woed, our contact has improved. We have each other on facebook and sometimes we talk or just like each others pictures. We also see each other more often. I used to see her like once a year and I've already seen her for over 5 times this year. &lt;b&gt;It's awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-4797815224805228958?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4797815224805228958/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-nephew.html#comment-form' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4797815224805228958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/4797815224805228958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-nephew.html' title='My nephew.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTRf7GDE10s/TujOfzM4GiI/AAAAAAAAACI/TEHL3bYjUZc/s72-c/327376_10151038308995471_707800470_21950744_361118487_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-5854099314109316789</id><published>2011-12-13T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:29:26.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quick (or long..) message!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icwFE4sJ3lE/TuhOXGC9_mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MotsIzU9saQ/s320/alloy.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35ksfDJpcyE/TuhOxwAik4I/AAAAAAAAABY/R8256VxIWks/s1600/alloy2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35ksfDJpcyE/TuhOxwAik4I/AAAAAAAAABY/R8256VxIWks/s320/alloy2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Recently a friend of mine sent me some awesome webshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBKXHsxI9YQ/TuhOzBg2b_I/AAAAAAAAABg/bflLgHM2Q8I/s320/gojane.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found so many awesome things I want to have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qli_--fpfNY/TuhO0lj6fQI/AAAAAAAAABo/B_Mc2G0fM_0/s1600/haaenem.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qli_--fpfNY/TuhO0lj6fQI/AAAAAAAAABo/B_Mc2G0fM_0/s320/haaenem.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4edMVkzGuFQ/TuhO2JCKiGI/AAAAAAAAABw/Fia1ePnkekw/s320/haaenemtwee.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 above are obviously from H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOqzQ7LOU7w/TuhO3-AX6SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EJVZcOT-A0w/s1600/tillys.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOqzQ7LOU7w/TuhO3-AX6SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EJVZcOT-A0w/s320/tillys.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djEBMHXHpO4/TuhO5Xo3DcI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvDITVq_eYE/s320/tillys2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want everything anymore, I change my mind a lot but it still would be nice if I could own a few of the things above.&lt;br /&gt;The past 5 year I've changed SO MUCH. Even the past 3 months. I'm starting to realize not only other people can look good in clothes like that but I can also look good in it.&lt;br /&gt;I own red lipstick, 4 dresses and 13,5 cm (dont know how to count in inches) black glitter heels.&lt;br /&gt;Even I wouldn't have imagined that 5 months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-5854099314109316789?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5854099314109316789/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-quick-or-long-message.html#comment-form' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5854099314109316789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/5854099314109316789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-quick-or-long-message.html' title='Another quick (or long..) message!!'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icwFE4sJ3lE/TuhOXGC9_mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MotsIzU9saQ/s72-c/alloy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-6140140022786994892</id><published>2011-12-13T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:17:19.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans: writing in english.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_28X6p7bdc/TuhM7agOl9I/AAAAAAAAABI/isNNPQPEr0Y/s1600/besteld.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_28X6p7bdc/TuhM7agOl9I/AAAAAAAAABI/isNNPQPEr0Y/s320/besteld.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At first I know I said I wanted to write in dutch. Even tho it sounds normal. But I've decided to blog in english anyway. It's more interesting for people from other countries to read considering google translate isn't the best thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: I can't wait for the clothes I ordered. They're coming next week but I want them now! 2 skirts (1 denim &amp;amp; 1 just black), a hoodie (purple and always nice for the cold days) &amp;amp; shoes (black and white.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'd like to talk about being sick and tired if being sick. Now that sounds complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire life has been envolving headaches. But lately my stomach starts hurting more and more. The past 5 weeks haven't been treating me well, I actually feel miserable. I have terrible headaches all the time. My eyes hurt and I can't do anything without being tired all the time. I have to say this is part my own fault, I don't eat vegatables because I hate them. I just don't like them so I eat a lot of meat and my doctor keeps saying that isn't enough but I'm not gonna eat something I really don't like, that makes me sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up, I can barely stand up without shaking and almost collapsing. My stomach is making the sound of a chain saw and I have tears in my eyes because I'm just sick and tired of being sick. Tomorrow I'm going to bring a little visit to my doctor to see if he can do something about it. But I think he won't do anything until I'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-6140140022786994892?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6140140022786994892/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/change-of-plans-writing-in-english.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/6140140022786994892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/6140140022786994892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/change-of-plans-writing-in-english.html' title='Change of plans: writing in english.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_28X6p7bdc/TuhM7agOl9I/AAAAAAAAABI/isNNPQPEr0Y/s72-c/besteld.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681068435947952878.post-1676508509119057042</id><published>2011-12-13T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:47:53.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New to me.</title><content type='html'>Al ben ik een tijdje bezig met bloggen, toch voelt dit nieuw voor mij. Ergens waar ik mijn verhalen kwijt kan, en als ik de link post, dat iedereen het kan lezen omdat ze weten dat het vertrouwd is. Ik heb mijn andere blog op TUMBLR. Dat klinkt moeilijk en het uitspreken ervan is nog meer uitdagend. Bovendien ziet het er niet vertrouwd uit als je daar van een link post. Ik vind het leuk om mijn verhalen te delen met jullie. Normaal gesproken zou ik dat in het Engels doen gezien dat meer bij mij past en omdat het in het Nederlands zo plat en normaal is. Maar dat is het eigenlijk ook. Dus heb ik besloten het gewoon Nederlands te houden. Degene die mij op Twitter volgen, weten dat ik veel tweet. Want ik heb veel te vertellen, of het nou onzin is of niet. Ik maak veel gekke dingen mee, omdat ik overal op let. Ik ontwijk vaak de normale dingen en kijk naar dingen die anders zijn, dan maak je de wereld best wel anders mee. Ik merk ook dat niet alle mensen meegaan in mijn belevenissen en verhalen. Dat maakt mij niets uit. Als ik iets kwijt moet, een gek idee of gewoon mijn mening, dan zal ik die ook zeker plaatsen. De komende tijd ga ik jullie hier lastig vallen met mijn verhalen en gewoon leuke dingen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3681068435947952878-1676508509119057042?l=longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1676508509119057042/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1676508509119057042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681068435947952878/posts/default/1676508509119057042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longslowgoodbye.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-to-me.html' title='New to me.'/><author><name>Michelle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004509605072541333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqXsOK2Jl7k/TuhGTCEj5YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UiimxztXEPY/s220/twitttttttttttttr.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
