<?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-7321430232098835279</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:42:52.328+01:00</updated><category term='mobile'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='spanish'/><category term='boss'/><category term='bags'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Prado'/><category term='Puti Puerca'/><category term='The boy does nothing'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='Madrid'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='shower'/><category term='birds'/><category term='border'/><category term='puerta del sol'/><category term='Tyra Banks'/><category term='easter'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='Annie 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term='leftovers'/><title type='text'>Drimar</title><subtitle type='html'>dreamo del mar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-6594676955337158337</id><published>2010-11-06T10:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:22:14.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engrish funny'/><title type='text'>Engrish funny</title><content type='html'>Since I remembered I had a blog, I though it might be a good idea to use it. Not that anyone is reading it, but writing in English on a daily basis may help get better in English and stop writing stupidities like I've done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone out there stumbles open my humble blog and see some awful mistake like the one mentioned in the past post, please correct me (or find me and kill me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: you know &lt;a href="http://engrishfunny.failblog.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;website, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engrishfunny.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/0d628984-967a-43b4-a1fe-881fd3e24f92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 613px;" src="http://engrishfunny.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/0d628984-967a-43b4-a1fe-881fd3e24f92.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-6594676955337158337?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/6594676955337158337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2010/11/engrish-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6594676955337158337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6594676955337158337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2010/11/engrish-funny.html' title='Engrish funny'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1273979860886235677</id><published>2010-11-04T11:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:08:37.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW!</title><content type='html'>WoW!  I forgot I had a blog! AND I didn't know I was/am this bad at english.  I've written :"I'm can of" instead of "kind of" in one post! Ok, time to  kill myself! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/TNKFrwwNOhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D37xxURm-Rk/s1600/grammar_nazi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/TNKFrwwNOhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D37xxURm-Rk/s320/grammar_nazi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535633878859725330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1273979860886235677?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1273979860886235677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1273979860886235677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1273979860886235677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title='WoW!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/TNKFrwwNOhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D37xxURm-Rk/s72-c/grammar_nazi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-2055380743049007598</id><published>2009-12-09T13:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:19:09.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>like glue</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days that no matter what you do everything seems to go wrong and everyone seem to be super fake and you hate everyone... blæ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-2055380743049007598?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/2055380743049007598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-glue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2055380743049007598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2055380743049007598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-glue.html' title='like glue'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-655802011334884818</id><published>2009-11-27T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:20:38.702+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palacio royal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='majestic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puerta del sol'/><title type='text'>MM: Majestic Madrid</title><content type='html'>The hostel turned out to be very central. I saw it on the map but it always hard to tell how long the distances really are. But my hostel is within walking distance to everything. It's 3 min away from Puerta del Sol which is, quoting a guy I overheard talking to his friends, the heart of Madrid and the km 0 of Spain (whatever that last part meant). &lt;br /&gt;When I first got out I went to Plaza Mayor which didn't impress me that much, just a big place, but I guess it's more lively in the summer. Than I just wondered around till I got to the Palacio Royal (Royal palace, see Spanish isn't that hard), that place really impressed me, it was huge and really royal. I wanted to go in but it was only 35 min to closing but I'm hoping I can go tomorrow. My impression so far of Madrid is that it's very royal with huge old buildings,it's like walking around in a big museu. You feel right away that it's the capital. it's very different from Barcelona which seems more chabby and bohemic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out again in 40 min so I better start getting ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-655802011334884818?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/655802011334884818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/mm-majestic-madrid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/655802011334884818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/655802011334884818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/mm-majestic-madrid.html' title='MM: Majestic Madrid'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5975023864869943863</id><published>2009-11-27T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:10:42.510+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><title type='text'>Estoy en Madrid</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from some well deserved sleep. I didn't sleep that much tonight and my flight was too early in the morning (at 7 so I had to wake up at 4!). When I got here, I went straight to the Prado museum which was amazing even though there was an excess of Jesus painting. After walking around for almost 3 hours, my feet were killing me, so I went to my "crappy" hostel which turned out to be quite a cosy little place (I even have a chandelier in my room). Now I'm going out to explore the rest of town before I have to meet up the rest of the gang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5975023864869943863?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5975023864869943863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/estoy-en-madrid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5975023864869943863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5975023864869943863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/estoy-en-madrid.html' title='Estoy en Madrid'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5167618917997213645</id><published>2009-11-26T23:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:37:16.317+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Madrid</title><content type='html'>Mañana voy a Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Madrid tomorrow to spend the weekend. I've become one of those people who spend the weekend in another city. But, I can of live 4 hours away and I'm going to live in a crappy (I hope not) hostel so I don't think I really am part of those people. You know those couples where she says: "Honey, I'm bored!"&lt;br /&gt;He:"Wanna go to Paris?"&lt;br /&gt;She:"No, I'm tired of Paris, we've been there like 3 times already this year."&lt;br /&gt;He:"What about Madrid? We haven't been there in a while."&lt;br /&gt;She:"Ok! I guess Madrid is kind of nice end November."&lt;br /&gt;He:"Ok then! I'll book the ...(Name of very luxurious 5 star hotel with indoor swimming pool and jacuzzi)!"&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was that kind of people. Oh, wait, no! I don't! I don't wanna ever here myself say: I'm tired of Paris (of Paris Hilton, yes but Paris the city no) or having to spend an enormous amount on a 5 stars hotel when I'm perfectly ok with a less starred hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should go to bed because my flight is at 7a.m tomorrow and I've been having sleeping problem, kind of insomnia the last couple of months, so we'll see how much sleep I get tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WoW, there are a lot of OK's in this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5167618917997213645?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5167618917997213645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/madrid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5167618917997213645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5167618917997213645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/madrid.html' title='Madrid'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-6752758993732164643</id><published>2009-11-23T20:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:28:40.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday'/><title type='text'>two wierd things</title><content type='html'>Two weird things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my alarm went at 8, I honestly don't know how but I didn't hear it until it rang for the 568 time at 9. BUT, instead of getting up, I fall asleep and dream of getting up and going to the bathroom. I wake up at 9.15 in panic and without understanding what is going on. I've seen that stuff in  movies and though it was stupid movie things but it is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I was so tired that I ate lunch at the uni and after I went to the "study hall" to study obviously. I was minding my own business when I start hearing some weird noises. I lift my head up and see a women in her 50's sitting there surrounded by a lot of papers (which I later saw  only contained weird lines and circles). She is talking to herself saying really weird stuff, the she pauses takes a bottle of water and puts seasoning in the water (it looked likes chili and something else). She had 3 different things in. When she was done, she started to laugh like if it was the funniest thing on earth. I just sat in choc wandering if I had confused the university with a mental house or if this was an extension of my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-6752758993732164643?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/6752758993732164643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-wierd-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6752758993732164643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6752758993732164643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-wierd-things.html' title='two wierd things'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7721126891051072926</id><published>2009-11-22T17:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:48:21.384+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>blæ</title><content type='html'>I was gonna ulpoad some photos of today's achievements but it takes 487 hours to upload one photo so I give. And oh! I have a terrible had ache so I'm going to bed, so much for my big day. This must seriously be the most boring blog ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=44266&amp;amp;color=orangedark"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 0; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poll by twiigs.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7721126891051072926?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7721126891051072926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/bl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7721126891051072926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7721126891051072926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/bl.html' title='blæ'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-2811469563705222354</id><published>2009-11-22T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:10:59.922+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><title type='text'>1 down</title><content type='html'>One down. Eight to go.&lt;br /&gt;I almost finished one of my papers. I haven't finished because the teacher is gonna tell us more about it + I wrote 199 words more then I should so I have to find a way to cut it down to the limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-2811469563705222354?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/2811469563705222354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2811469563705222354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2811469563705222354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-down.html' title='1 down'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-2216249460234412559</id><published>2009-11-22T16:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:16:34.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanna montana'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>while I was cooking (read heating in the microwave), a hana montana song came on and I immediately take back what I said yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-2216249460234412559?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/2216249460234412559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2216249460234412559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2216249460234412559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-6753451913459793940</id><published>2009-11-22T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:50:41.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hambre</title><content type='html'>Tengo hambre, hombre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-6753451913459793940?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/6753451913459793940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/hambre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6753451913459793940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6753451913459793940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/hambre.html' title='Hambre'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7198171344684111317</id><published>2009-11-22T15:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:28:03.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>awful place</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the news. The world is an awful place. People are selling their unborn babies. People are killing their neighbors. People are fighting and killing over a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7198171344684111317?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7198171344684111317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/awful-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7198171344684111317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7198171344684111317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/awful-place.html' title='awful place'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5594988463326831812</id><published>2009-11-22T14:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:31:10.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>I have gone over my expenses for the past week. I've spent a lot on nothing. I'm depressed now because I saw this red cardigan I want + I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;a pair of normal shoes, I only have ballerinas or boots, I need something in between. Oh! life is hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5594988463326831812?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5594988463326831812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5594988463326831812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5594988463326831812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5139382828541738209</id><published>2009-11-22T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:19:09.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><title type='text'>Shower</title><content type='html'>I cleaned all the bathroom and then took a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5139382828541738209?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5139382828541738209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5139382828541738209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5139382828541738209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/shower.html' title='Shower'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-230552195244368989</id><published>2009-11-22T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:05:12.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereals</title><content type='html'>I just finished 3 bowls of cereals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-230552195244368989?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/230552195244368989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/cereals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/230552195244368989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/230552195244368989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/cereals.html' title='Cereals'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-481484413759478792</id><published>2009-11-22T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:11:02.072+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday morning'/><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>I'm up. Two hours later then I planned because I kept hitting snooze 300 times. I'm not as motivated as I was when I finished my post last night, but I'm gonna try to force myself to do something today. Starting with breakfast, I'm starving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-481484413759478792?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/481484413759478792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/481484413759478792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/481484413759478792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5745144603668424026</id><published>2009-11-21T23:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:17:32.077+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drop Dead Diva'/><title type='text'>dumb day</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, who am I talking to? No one! Good! Cause I just want to talk and I know nobody is interested in hearing me babbling about how I spent my whole day in bed watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drop_Dead_Diva"&gt;Drop Dead Diva&lt;/a&gt; (believe me it's quite intertaining and not that cheesy), got out of bed at 16:30, went to the grocery store, got even grumpier because of the german guy (I just called him that because he looks german and acted all german and didn't let me go first when we arrived at the register at the same time although I had only two packs of milk, a bottle of orange juice and bottles of water while he had what seemed to be the whole store). The fresh air I got from the 6 mins walk to the grocery store and back home didn't help. I didn't feel all refreshed and alive, like i had expected. I went back home did nothing for 2 hours. Oh! I ate, a tasteless lasagna and went back to bed, finished the DDD season, watched half of twilight (which btw is worst then I though, I've never heard such cheesy and stupid lines in my life before and the acting! don't even get me started, I prefer to watch a hana montana episode and listen to ...ok... one song then to watch the rest of twilight, I would seriously throw up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with the guilt. The guilt over having done nothing the whole day, especially when I have 9(!!!) papers to write before the 16th of December and I'm going away next weekend. I seriously wonder what's wrong with me and why haven't I &lt;a href="http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaking-out.html"&gt;changed&lt;/a&gt;? but tomorrow is gonna be a good day! I'm making an internet oath! And if someone by some weird chance stumbles upon my blog and reads this post, this person will also read all the things I will achieve tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I'm so motivated right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=44228&amp;amp;color=greendark"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 0; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poll by twiigs.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5745144603668424026?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5745144603668424026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumb-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5745144603668424026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5745144603668424026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumb-day.html' title='dumb day'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5769226290709776584</id><published>2009-08-24T01:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:46:42.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ali larter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idris elba'/><title type='text'>Crapitty Crap</title><content type='html'>If you have 108 minutes and nothing to do, I suggest you start reading that book you've been wanting to read or watch a documentary about the biggest china restaurant in the world or go grocery shopping or tidy you underwear drawer or take a long bath or read some blogs or call your aunt that you haven't talked to in two years or pluck your eyebrows or get a pedicure,... the list goes on with all the things you can do in 108 minutes, but what you must not do is watch Obsessed, starring Beyonce, Idris Elba (I just love his name btw, it sounds so nice) and Ali Larter. Of course if you're a sworn Beyonce fan, you might love this movie and look past the fact that her acting is horribly horrible, that she looks almost white, that she walks like she's been hit in the balls, you might also not notice that a lot of the lines (or almost all of them) sound extremely fake and like they're being read directly from a piece of paper and that sometimes you can clearly hear that the voices has been added later. I presume that by now, you get that I didn't like the movie at all, not that the story was bad or anything, it could have been a lot better, just like Prom Night that I saw the other night, great idea but too predictable and poorly acted. Both movies actually have something in common: the fact that the trailer is more interesting then the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/63/Obsessed_2009_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 436px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/63/Obsessed_2009_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://totallytop10.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/prom_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 599px;" src="http://totallytop10.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/prom_night.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5769226290709776584?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5769226290709776584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/crapitty-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5769226290709776584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5769226290709776584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/crapitty-crap.html' title='Crapitty Crap'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-6803748404640204988</id><published>2009-08-23T12:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:15:14.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><title type='text'>Friends, my ass...</title><content type='html'>I don´t understand how some people can call themselves your friend when they do nothing to show or prove the friendship. People, friendship isn't about counting how many times someone didn't call you when you don't call either, friendship isn't about writing "I miss you" all over someones facebook wall because true friendship doesn't need to be confirmed by some stupid comments on someones wall or by ranging your friends on some stupid application, it isn't about how many times you didn't call but about all those times when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; call and about showing happiness and appreciation about that one call a month instead of moaning about never calling, is about making that extra effort, is about leaving the boyfriend you see everyday to meet the friend you haven't seen in over a year, is about sharing, telling each other secrets, and the latest news, is not about blaming each other for not caring, because true friends doesn't need proof to show they care.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a relationship, either it's between a couple, a mother and her son or two friends has to go both ways, both parts should give. One can't only receive without giving and vice versa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of my true friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. WTFisThisFreakyThing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEizKlavQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lNWC180Kupw/s1600-h/PA040173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEizKlavQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lNWC180Kupw/s320/PA040173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373114092839681282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. SixPackSnowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEizhaeKhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b7MrxU0m_bM/s1600-h/P2130574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEizhaeKhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b7MrxU0m_bM/s320/P2130574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373114098967783954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss SmileyFlowerFace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEi0A8EcWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NWrIPRkHWm0/s1600-h/P5170343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEi0A8EcWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NWrIPRkHWm0/s320/P5170343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373114107430203746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. FreakyBear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think he's pedo-bear's relative)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEi0mUvDiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YxLaiXfZaMI/s1600-h/PA050240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEi0mUvDiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YxLaiXfZaMI/s320/PA050240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373114117465771554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. CuteMeltingSnowThingyThatIsActuallyJustUglyAndTheFactThatTwoKidsMadeItDoesn'tNecessarilyMake itCute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEi1H2_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nNWEYQwleAs/s1600-h/P1040015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEi1H2_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nNWEYQwleAs/s320/P1040015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373114126467819074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-6803748404640204988?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/6803748404640204988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6803748404640204988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6803748404640204988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-my-ass.html' title='Friends, my ass...'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SpEizKlavQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lNWC180Kupw/s72-c/PA040173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-2024444602561879222</id><published>2009-08-23T11:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:39:25.535+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie melua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday morning'/><title type='text'>blogs</title><content type='html'>I found yet another &lt;a href="http://hjartesmil.blogg.no/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to follow. I read about her in the paper today. It give me the impression that it was just another blog where someone is trying to act overly-cute, but it wasn't. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; cute. At the same time, I was cruising trough old posts, "Just like heaven" by Katie Melua came on. Just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like an early autumn sunday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-2024444602561879222?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/2024444602561879222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2024444602561879222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2024444602561879222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogs.html' title='blogs'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-9049189194978745042</id><published>2009-08-12T11:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:35:09.108+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cranberries'/><title type='text'>Back to school, back to reality</title><content type='html'>Yes, or No. I was gonna start this post with a Yes but then realized that Yes will only reflect positiveness, which is something I lack of. Especially today. Because today was back to school-day. I know I´m not 10 and sad because the summer is over and because I´m obliged to go back to school, first because there has practically not been summer here and second because I did in fact choose to study this. It's something I want to do, but it's just that I want to do something else even more. So, now I'm doing this "a contre cœur". It doesn't help that my class is composed of 100-years old students and that I'm the youngest one. Ok, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To accompany this winy and useless post, I here share a beautiful song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-b4dVDRivo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-b4dVDRivo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a huge fan of the cranberries as a teenager and I´ve forgotten how beautiful their songs are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-9049189194978745042?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/9049189194978745042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/9049189194978745042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/9049189194978745042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-back-to-reality.html' title='Back to school, back to reality'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7109134318991814441</id><published>2009-05-09T18:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:40:55.598+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at work the other day and had to use the bathroom to powder my nose. No not really, but, you see, that's what's nice girls say. As I approach the lady's room, I hear the world most annoying but still, I believe, the most used ring tone: Nokia Tune (for those of you that for some weird reason have never heard it and those of you who have heard it but for some weird reason want to listen to it, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nokia_tune"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;it is. By the way, there are some really cool remixes of the Nokia tune out there, like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KV7zfxkTwsE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;). The ring tone is coming from inside the men's room and I  think: "Oh, so you bring your phone to the loo?" but then I hear that he answers his phone and I'm like "Hell no, you did not just answer the phone while pooping?". How do I know he's pooping? Well either he uses a lot of time to pee or he sits while he pees and still uses a long time, conclusion he's pooping and that's just grouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=31466&amp;amp;color=blue"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="border-style: none; margin: 10px 0pt 0pt; padding: 0pt; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; outline-style: none; clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0pt; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="border-style: none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; outline-style: none; clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poll by twiigs.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=31468&amp;amp;color=pink"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="border-style: none; margin: 10px 0pt 0pt; padding: 0pt; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; outline-style: none; clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0pt; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="border-style: none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; outline-style: none; clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poll by twiigs.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7109134318991814441?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7109134318991814441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-at-work-other-day-and-had-to-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7109134318991814441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7109134318991814441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-at-work-other-day-and-had-to-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1538318834569503790</id><published>2009-04-28T12:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:53:24.845+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Patrick Harris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I met your mother'/><title type='text'>Gay Love</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream. I dreamt about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Stinson"&gt;Barney&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_I_Met_Your_Mother"&gt;How I met your mother&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I didn't dream of his character on the show, I dreamt more about the person: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Patrick_Harris"&gt;Neil Patrick Harris.&lt;/a&gt; The weird thing was that we were very very much in love, although trough the hole dream, I knew he was gay! He was trying so hard to hide that he was in love with me, but we were drowning in each others eyes and holding hands! Very cute lovers stuff! Somewhere in the middle of the dream we were at a "gay center" (whatever that's supposed to be) and got trapped in a toilet (don't ask me why went in there and, No, we didn't do a thing) that didn't have a knob on the inside. Since there were no windows and I was apparently a lot more claustrophobic that I am in real life, I started screaming while he was trying to calm me down. After a while, I found a little hole that was covered with a metal plaque (No, I'm not making this up, I have really clear dreams) that I unscrewed with my finger nail!&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the rest in details, but I remember something about 4 girls and wedding dresses.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I'm wondering about now is why the hell on earth did I dream about this? I haven't watched "How I met your mother in ages", I haven't seen Neil Patrick Harris in a movie or on TV in an even longer time! Ok, I admit that I sometimes wish he was straight so I could have a shot with him (I know it's a bit unrealistic but only because we live a thousand miles away)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some pictures of my last night lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sfbr6JJ35LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jCs4Ckn-fT8/s1600-h/neil_patrick_harris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sfbr6JJ35LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jCs4Ckn-fT8/s320/neil_patrick_harris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706593161831602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sfbr6FDtJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Bk6dleaGiQM/s1600-h/Neil-Patrick-Harris2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sfbr6FDtJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Bk6dleaGiQM/s320/Neil-Patrick-Harris2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706592062220114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sfbr6S7tbwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/S3nAG-crMFc/s1600-h/neil-patrick-harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sfbr6S7tbwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/S3nAG-crMFc/s320/neil-patrick-harris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706595786780418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=30721&amp;color=bluedarkest"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 0; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poll by twiigs.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1538318834569503790?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1538318834569503790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/gay-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1538318834569503790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1538318834569503790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/gay-love.html' title='Gay Love'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sfbr6JJ35LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jCs4Ckn-fT8/s72-c/neil_patrick_harris2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-8605040557679770850</id><published>2009-04-22T15:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:48:08.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV'/><title type='text'>The Phone!</title><content type='html'>Wow! What a show! It's about a group of people that don't know each other that get a call where they get a mission that they have to accomplish together. It probably doesn't sound so interesting when I describe it so just watch it &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/the_phone/series.jhtml"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and you'll understand what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;I, like probably every person on earth with a TV, have watched Reality shows and thought "I would never participate in something like that even if they pay" but of course when I think that, I'm probably watching Big Brother or Paradise Hotel but this is very different, I don't even know if it's right to call reality TV but I know that I would definitely participate. Anyway it's awesome! Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ho2bYv33ELU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ho2bYv33ELU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=30377&amp;color=purpledark"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 0; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poll by twiigs.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-8605040557679770850?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/8605040557679770850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8605040557679770850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8605040557679770850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/phone.html' title='The Phone!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-4066117764936011076</id><published>2009-04-21T15:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:50:21.583+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.I.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tyra Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyra Banks'/><title type='text'>Cutie!!!</title><content type='html'>T.I. is on the Tyra Show and he's so goddamn cute! and polite and relaxed! I had a crush on him and it's growing bigger now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Se3N8LIvyAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fY_aTwGm9wk/s1600-h/TI_bio_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Se3N8LIvyAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fY_aTwGm9wk/s320/TI_bio_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327140367914485762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Se3OTiJCY1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/fOqL9PAex98/s1600-h/behind+the+scenes.t.i.smile.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Se3OTiJCY1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/fOqL9PAex98/s320/behind+the+scenes.t.i.smile.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327140769226711890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his accent! OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_HYRwpf3MM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_HYRwpf3MM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching till he takes off his glasses and listen to his answers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-4066117764936011076?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/4066117764936011076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4066117764936011076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4066117764936011076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutie.html' title='Cutie!!!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Se3N8LIvyAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fY_aTwGm9wk/s72-c/TI_bio_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-4532108721216859243</id><published>2009-04-19T16:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:50:29.590+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair color'/><title type='text'>Gray</title><content type='html'>I was studying at myself in the mirror (my favorite hobby), looking at how my roots are coming out and thinking about how I need to go to the hairdresser when I discovered something awful, something worse then global warming and the finance crisis: a gray hair!!! I suddenly felt like a 100 years. I'm so against gray hair and DON'T think is beautiful. I have already promised myself that I would dye my hair till the day I die so you can just imagine my feeling when I made this horrific discovery!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-4532108721216859243?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/4532108721216859243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4532108721216859243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4532108721216859243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/gray.html' title='Gray'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5809130942348010017</id><published>2009-04-19T13:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:31:03.655+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puti Puerca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dj Dicky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reggeaton'/><title type='text'>Songs of the week</title><content type='html'>Mucho reggeaton this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fear Vol. II, a mixtape by DJ Dicky, I chose this video of the No Fear Live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVGpuOpGKMo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVGpuOpGKMo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like, you could download the whole album &lt;a href="http://reggaeton365.blogspot.com/2008/12/dj-dicky-best-of-no-fear-2008.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, along with a lot of other great reggeaton albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puti Puerca Remix by &lt;span class="description"&gt;Guelo Star ft Jamsha, De La Ghetto, Chyno Nyno, Ñejo &amp;amp; Dalmata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVv1AKT1sag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVv1AKT1sag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7321430232098835279-5809130942348010017?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5809130942348010017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5809130942348010017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5809130942348010017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-week.html' title='Songs of the week'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-4394351486489657134</id><published>2009-04-18T18:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:31:46.953+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Boyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgmental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britain Got Talent'/><title type='text'>Judgmental</title><content type='html'>We should all, and especially me, stop being so judgmental, although it's hard &lt;a href="http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/100409-nerds-vs-trashies.html"&gt;sometimes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried to embed the video but it was disabled so here's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-KiGva9dV4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-4394351486489657134?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/4394351486489657134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/judgmental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4394351486489657134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4394351486489657134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/judgmental.html' title='Judgmental'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1051511700628704809</id><published>2009-04-17T11:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:18:38.532+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmopolitan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumpsnap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>JumSnap</title><content type='html'>Last week, I saw this on YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Va2Ydlf2cqc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Va2Ydlf2cqc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had no comments. It's just so stupid that I can't even formulate a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I read this in British Cosmopolitan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUMPSNAP: The ropeless jump rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cosmo&lt;/span&gt; Features Editor, Fiona Cowood, gives it a whirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no ordinary skipping rope (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it's certainly not&lt;/span&gt;) - the JumpSnap has a digital calorie counter (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so what?&lt;/span&gt;), a device that stores your weight and profile, a stopwatch and even a talking workout summary. It is, however, missing a rope! (!!!!!) I was sceptical (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I still am&lt;/span&gt;) but, thanks to the novelty factor, I was astonished to find myself bouncing three minutes in. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm also astonished that you waisted your time on this&lt;/span&gt;) And with no rope, it's the perfect exercise for my tiny sitting room." (the things in brackets are my comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SehNKqSYJVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NjIz-kt69HU/s1600-h/P4170012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SehNKqSYJVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NjIz-kt69HU/s320/P4170012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591404911011154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Cowood, I don't know you so I'm not judging but just wondering, you don't really meen that, do you? Are you really willing to pay money for a ropelesss jumprope? Isn't it easier to just jump with just 2 things in your hand (2 hair brushes, 2 remote controls, 2 whatever) or nothing at all (hands free) and getting you're sister or someone to encourage instead of a metallic voice that you don't even know and that's giving you orders?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1051511700628704809?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1051511700628704809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/jumsnap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1051511700628704809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1051511700628704809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/jumsnap.html' title='JumSnap'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SehNKqSYJVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NjIz-kt69HU/s72-c/P4170012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5684394371918598840</id><published>2009-04-17T10:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:12:34.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='border'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illegal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>14.04.09 The question</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on the bus regretting that i chose to sit on the left instead of the right while looking at people's faces while they're sleeping and all in all being very bored when some"action" happened: we got stopped at the border.&lt;br /&gt;I remember last time this happened: I had a big meat sandwich in my bag (if not several because when I travel my parents seem to think that I'm going to starve although they know that I get travel sick and want to throw up more that I want to eat) and border people (can't remember what's they're called: agents?) get on with 4 dogs who are training on becoming sniffing dogs. The dogs go back and forth in the bus sniffing everyone in a respectable way, keeping their distance and being polite, but one (he's probably the least attentive in that class) jumped up on me (I blame the meat sandwich) and started sniffing me while I totally freaked out and his master was pulling him back! Very fun experience, i highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;This time the "agents" didn't have dogs, they only wanted to see if they could throw some illegal immigrants off (I have witnessed that before) so they start checking every ones ID asking them why they're coming into the country, where they work and stuff like that. One guy from a non EU east european country hasn't gotten the nationality but some travel papers that allow him to travel in and out, so they ask a very very clever question:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you carry with you something that you're not allowed to take in to the country?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they think he will answer? "Yes, I have 3 kilos cocaine, 2 kilos hash, 3 fire guns, 7 swords in my bag and while I was packing I totally forgot that it was illegal to bring it with me, sorry?" ? Do they really think that this is the way to catch criminals. I know it's probably just some stupid procedure that they're obliged to do but they most feel really stupid while asking that question, I know I would!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5684394371918598840?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5684394371918598840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/140409-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5684394371918598840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5684394371918598840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/140409-question.html' title='14.04.09 The question'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-2075955903747758992</id><published>2009-04-17T01:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:40:22.649+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>10.04.09 Parents, Oh! parents</title><content type='html'>Die, die, die! I’m dying of shame. This is not the first time my dad does this to me. So I’m at his work and in come 3 spanish speaking people and I as usual start listening trying to see how much I understand. My dad was in the back and I was praying that he wouldn’t come out because I know him too well and I know exactly how he acts. And what I feared the most happened. He heard them talking spanish and asked were they came from and then he looked at me and started telling them that I was learning Spanish and told me to talk to them and I was dying with shame, first because I don’t know these people and don’t know what to tell them, second because now they’re talking in a low voice and not at ease like they did when they came in because now they know there’s someone that understand them. Why, Oh why does parents have to behave like this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-2075955903747758992?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/2075955903747758992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/100409-parents-oh-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2075955903747758992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2075955903747758992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/100409-parents-oh-parents.html' title='10.04.09 Parents, Oh! parents'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-805448506236352308</id><published>2009-04-17T00:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:10:49.129+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trashy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerds'/><title type='text'>10.04.09 Nerds vs. trashies</title><content type='html'>I sat in my corner trying to read and to concentrate on my computer work (=playing stupid pre-installed card games) and in comes a group of four guys looking very like the guys from that TV show, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Big_Bang_Theory"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/a&gt; . My first impression is: NERDS but then I tell myself that I have to stop judging people and that they’re don’t have to be nerds just because they look very nerdy. I continue reading (or fake-reading) and after a while another group comes in. These look very trashy and again I try to not be judgmental and to be open minded but I can’t for the simple reason that both the groups, that trapped me in the corner (one is in front of me and the other on my left), are exactly as I though. They ARE the prototype. The nerds spend all the time in here repeating lines from movies and video games, changing their voices and making machine gun sounds and I’m like “OMG! This can’t be true” so I turn to look at the other group. One of the guys has an arm that is bigger my two thighs together (Ok, maybe one thigh and a half, I’m not THAT thin), and has on this thigh-arm a big and very very ugly tattoo. They spend their time playing with the bread (using it as a nose), laughing very loudly and burping several times, loudly as well. At some point I wished for the following scenario to take place: the nerds get disturbed by the trashy, so muscle-thigh-guy starts to hit them (he looks like a guy that has a temper) and they get in a big fight and the police comes and takes them all away. The cheese on the cake will be that they all have to pay a big amount for destroying a table and disturbing the peace! Niahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I don't like 2 use the word "trashy" about people  but I don't know a nicer word that means the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-805448506236352308?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/805448506236352308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/100409-nerds-vs-trashies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/805448506236352308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/805448506236352308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/100409-nerds-vs-trashies.html' title='10.04.09 Nerds vs. trashies'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-259777914389123708</id><published>2009-04-17T00:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:58:28.297+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truck driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><title type='text'>07.04.09   Truck</title><content type='html'>After six hours on the train and after moving my butt over from the train station to the bus station and listening to some middle-aged lady with an really irritating accent bragging about her grand children that were born and are living in Brazil  and talk Spanish (!!!) and about how she spoke a bit Spanish and that when she was in Brazil, she even started to think in Spanish (!!!) (really amazing and rich story), and standing in line with a 500 kg bag on my back with people pushing to get on the bus before me, me the poor girl with an oversized bag and crutches, I got on the bus that with my perfect chance was overbooked with crying babies and tired and stressed people. &lt;br /&gt;Because I was so restless and sitting in a really uncomfortable position with my knee really hurting, I didn’t manage to fall asleep although I tried (Oh, believe me I tried) so I found my self playing a game (yes, I’m still a child) that I invented then and there. What “inspired” me to this game was the big amount of big trucks passing by on the highway and the game consisted of looking at the face of all the truck drivers, which was easy because due to the height of the bus I was at the same level as them. So I start playing and after about 5 drivers varying from young lads to older guys, we’re approaching a big truck and I’m getting ready to look at the drivers face,  when I see, as we’re getting closer, a foot on the front board. And I’m like “What? No, there’s got to be something wrong with my eyes, I did NOT just see a foot there” But as we pass the truck, I turn around and see this short, bold, big bellied man, with his short fat leg on the board! I know that you’re thinking the same as I was at the time, “no way!”. My answer to you is, Okay, either it was his leg OR he has a long fat chimpanzee arm with a weird looking hand wearing a sock!! No, it was definitely a leg! So you’re saying “so what? Can’t a men have his foot on the board in his own truck!” and my answer is “What “So what?” what if he needs to use the brakes suddenly, what will he do, use his belly, his arm, his leg? Or will he just use the manual brake and create a car accident orgy?” I am glad we drove far away from that weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/See33zriI3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/wDZ_ynSBOPA/s1600-h/big_truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/See33zriI3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/wDZ_ynSBOPA/s320/big_truck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325427253782389618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-259777914389123708?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/259777914389123708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-six-hours-on-train-and-moving-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/259777914389123708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/259777914389123708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-six-hours-on-train-and-moving-my.html' title='07.04.09   Truck'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/See33zriI3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/wDZ_ynSBOPA/s72-c/big_truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-6916178122000500053</id><published>2009-04-17T00:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:44:20.479+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Error</title><content type='html'>I was going to post the posts  (I hate repeating the same word in one sentence) but I had some troubles with blogger. I'm hoping it's gonna work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-6916178122000500053?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/6916178122000500053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/error.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6916178122000500053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6916178122000500053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/error.html' title='Error'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7252003308256626588</id><published>2009-04-15T23:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:48:34.697+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><title type='text'>Home and away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve spent most of the last month in bed or at least at home because of my patella dislocation or knee injury (for those of you that like me have no idea what patella dislocation is and that only know the medical lingo used on Grey's anatomy and barely that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So with easter coming up, I though to myself: “Okey, ****, you’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;re just at home anyway, why not taking your books, your computer, some clothes (and by some I mean at least 7 items that can create 4 different outfits) and go spend the week with your dad” Okey that’s not what happened or that partially happened, he actually asked if I wanted to come but I kind of had t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;hough of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; before but though that it would cost me too much. Anyway, I took a look and there were available tickets AND they were cheap, so I grabbed one and left for the neighboring country to see my dad. So just in case you, my dear readers (and that means you mum) were wondering, that’s why I haven’t blogged in a while + I haven’t gotten access to the net all the time, but I have written posts on my laptop and I’m now going to post them all in chronolog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ical order of the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;On my way over some beautifu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;l snow-covered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;untouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SeZUbAQJOZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mdzU_zlkZPo/s1600-h/P4070045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SeZUbAQJOZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mdzU_zlkZPo/s320/P4070045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325036432313104786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/7321430232098835279-7252003308256626588?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7252003308256626588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-and-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7252003308256626588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7252003308256626588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-and-away.html' title='Home and away'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SeZUbAQJOZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mdzU_zlkZPo/s72-c/P4070045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-4733882964729791347</id><published>2009-04-02T10:06:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:50:06.858+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of night'/><title type='text'>30 days of boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdR9lWL9CJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bi1rq_vtiqU/s1600-h/30daysposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdR9lWL9CJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bi1rq_vtiqU/s320/30daysposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320015140395747474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friend L came over to watch a movie. I had a lot of movies laying around but we ended up with a thriller. We like thrillers, but this one was a disappointment. The settings, the initial idea and the beginning of the movie were great but then it suddenly sank very very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was a bout a village in north Alaska were the sun was going away for 30 days (hence the title). The last day of sun, strange things begin to happen. All the cellphones are found burned outside town and all the dogs are murdered. Until now it seems like a good horror movie until you see that all the killing (because obviously people get killed) is made by some freaky zomwolfpires (=zombie+wolf+vampire) that talk their own satanic backwards language and that only get killed by the sun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;sun lamps but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;by flames of fire because obviously the sun lamp is a lot brighter then flames!!! So the movie goes on like that with all the town getting killed except the hero, &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;his wife? (apparently they have some relationship issues) and maybe 5 others. Well I don't know how it ended because we didn't watch it till the end, but we FFWed and saw the sun coming up (after 30 days) and the couple survived (of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdR9lwmJoUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jDLysR0Hg_8/s1600-h/daysofnightDM_468x555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdR9lwmJoUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jDLysR0Hg_8/s320/daysofnightDM_468x555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320015147484946754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdR9lyx1qoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/27dFWWHjrno/s1600-h/30days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdR9lyx1qoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/27dFWWHjrno/s320/30days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320015148070840962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was watching the movie, I though these creature ware rather funny and not scary at all, until my friend went home and I was left in the room alone, imagining them popping out from everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-4733882964729791347?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/4733882964729791347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-days-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4733882964729791347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4733882964729791347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-days-of-boredom.html' title='30 days of boredom'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdR9lWL9CJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bi1rq_vtiqU/s72-c/30daysposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1335950488429463352</id><published>2009-04-01T17:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:06:39.183+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hahaha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april&apos;s fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poisson d&apos;avril'/><title type='text'>Poisson d'avril!</title><content type='html'>Have anyone fooled anyone today? I have! I love fooling people but don't like to be fooled. I also don't like when some stupid people (unfortunately they exist in large numbers) play with death and serious stuff. April's fool is all about fun! Although this morning I woke in a very bad mood and when I heard Ida and Anders on NRJ's morning show (listen to it &lt;a href="http://730.no/blog.aspx?newsId=1757"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) talking about it, I was like "Well this year I'm definitely not gonna do anything!" But the temptation was too strong, I couldn't hold myself.&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I did:&lt;br /&gt;1. We had a break at school but only me and the teacher went out, when I came back I told the class that he (the teacher) had told me that he had a meeting and that the class was over. Everyone was thrilled because we were supposed to have a double class. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;2. Outside my grandmas there's a construction site. They're renewing the parking lot and at this moment, they're in the middle of the work and it looks awful outside. So I told her I had met her neighbor who also is the one responsible for the construction, had told me that because of disagreements, the workers had quit and now it was gonna stay like that for at least another month. Of course, she believed me! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that wasn't fun for anyone to read, but there and then I though it was really fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also fun: http://www.side2.no/kultur/article2594030.ece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1335950488429463352?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1335950488429463352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/poisson-davril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1335950488429463352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1335950488429463352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/poisson-davril.html' title='Poisson d&apos;avril!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-3806797523033554674</id><published>2009-04-01T16:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:02:33.935+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>Easter boss</title><content type='html'>My boss is probably the nicest boss ever. Look what she gave me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBMCY6gVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oPfLtXR_MJk/s1600-h/Kopia+av+P4010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBMCY6gVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oPfLtXR_MJk/s320/Kopia+av+P4010074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319737628654469458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBMtZVptI/AAAAAAAAAII/H8jQ4eR5ENs/s1600-h/P4010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBMtZVptI/AAAAAAAAAII/H8jQ4eR5ENs/s320/P4010075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319737640198973138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBMz7ZO2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gBDastoyLyY/s1600-h/P4010078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBMz7ZO2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gBDastoyLyY/s320/P4010078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319737641952426850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBM_1_VgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/agxl7JCwgZs/s1600-h/P4010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBM_1_VgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/agxl7JCwgZs/s320/P4010079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319737645150983682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-3806797523033554674?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/3806797523033554674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/3806797523033554674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/3806797523033554674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-boss.html' title='Easter boss'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdOBMCY6gVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oPfLtXR_MJk/s72-c/Kopia+av+P4010074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1017309482192906086</id><published>2009-03-31T12:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:06:29.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14 year olds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bratz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>I've been surfing trough some blogs earlier today. I was actually not supposed to do that, I was just gonna check my e-mail and have no idea how I ended up on those blogs... Anyway, I see that most of the blogs out there, or at least the one I came across today, are written by 13-14 year old girls and that in itself is not a problem, and if it is, it's not my problem but what disturbed me is how they look. In most of the blog, the girls had photos of themselves as headers and not once did I guess the age right. I mean all of them looked older then me. Of course I know this, it's not news for me that the 14ties out there look like 10 years older then their age, I see them hanging out in the shopping malls late in the afternoon, I see them on the bus, I see them at MC Donald's the very rare times I wonder to that place, but I stopped guessing peoples ages a long time ago. Actually since I was that same age (14) because when I used to go out, I could never figure who were my age and who was not until I came up with a theory (well there are probably others that have though the same) that says: Whenever a girl look like she's over 20, she's under and whenever a girl look like she's under 20, she's probably around 20. Easy right? Just like Thales theory!&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for these girls. I know how it feels to be 14. I was 14 as well you know and I too wanted to grow up and become an adult because sometimes people treated you like one and other times they treated you like were still a child. It's a really difficult age but one have to enjoy it. Don't grow up too fast. Adulthood is not that fun you know. I remember when I was 14, I still sometime played in the playground or with dolls and took it easy, I took everything as it came. My sister is 13 next year and I'm glad she's not becoming a Bratz doll-girl with 3 kg of foundation, 381 layers of mascara, orange colored skin, a bra full of tissue paper and platina blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hope some 14 year olds read this, but I don't think they'll go wash off the weird orange tan and the hundred of foundation layers, nor will they go play with dolls either. I don't expect them to but I just want to pass the message: "Enjoy your life, have fun and don't try to be an premature adult, you'll get enough of the adultness boredom in your life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdHwafr_u0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/OapioWGAFAY/s1600-h/bratz-yasmin-cloe-sasha-jade-300-040307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdHwafr_u0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/OapioWGAFAY/s320/bratz-yasmin-cloe-sasha-jade-300-040307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319296972874562370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just realized Bratz don't have noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's FREAKY!&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/7321430232098835279-1017309482192906086?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1017309482192906086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1017309482192906086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1017309482192906086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SdHwafr_u0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/OapioWGAFAY/s72-c/bratz-yasmin-cloe-sasha-jade-300-040307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7143668053633130296</id><published>2009-03-29T19:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:19:47.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, lazy lazy day</title><content type='html'>I like this kind of sundays. Nothing special to do. I'm half watching Americas Best Dancing Crew on MTV and reading blogs. The sun is fading away in the sky. Beautiful sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;flowers&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I honestly don't know what it's called but I like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc-tK4PK4II/AAAAAAAAAHA/i2iMkGI5yIM/s1600-h/P3290047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc-tK4PK4II/AAAAAAAAAHA/i2iMkGI5yIM/s320/P3290047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318660087354155138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc-tLMVvGEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NW23SRVYJ9E/s1600-h/P3290058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc-tLMVvGEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NW23SRVYJ9E/s320/P3290058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318660092750403650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc-tLRFYwjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ofyTqyeTu8Y/s1600-h/P3290063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc-tLRFYwjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ofyTqyeTu8Y/s320/P3290063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318660094024008242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7143668053633130296?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7143668053633130296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-lazy-lazy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7143668053633130296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7143668053633130296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-lazy-lazy-day.html' title='Sunday, lazy lazy day'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc-tK4PK4II/AAAAAAAAAHA/i2iMkGI5yIM/s72-c/P3290047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7504582340818067967</id><published>2009-03-29T14:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:33:50.743+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Johansen'/><title type='text'>Song of the week</title><content type='html'>If you scroll down a bit, you'll see a post on "New Soul" and figure out that it has to be the song of the week. And Yes, it is, but it's not alone. The other song I couldn't stop listening to this week was "Daisy" by Kevin Johansen. I think the views on YouTube went up by at least a 100 just because of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7b8w0WIlfI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7b8w0WIlfI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer this live version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7504582340818067967?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7504582340818067967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-week_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7504582340818067967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7504582340818067967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-week_29.html' title='Song of the week'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5637977661549406173</id><published>2009-03-29T11:39:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:37:47.427+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teletubbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Anti-climax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9G__0zG0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uf59t35Fsrs/s1600-h/P3280015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9G__0zG0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uf59t35Fsrs/s320/P3280015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318547750226434882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you go to a great concert that you have been waiting for for months, or you go to a super party and have a lot of fun and then the next day you wake up with a feeling of emptiness? It's like all the excitement, happiness and fun from the previous day has just faded away and been replaced by a weird feeling of nearly sadness or irritation. Well that's how I woke up this morning. I hate this feeling especially because I know there's no reason for it to be there. I just want it to disappear and the feeling from yesterday to return. Because yesterday, I had fun. The concert was great. The artists were great. There were a lot of people there, we got great response, the local press was there. I would say it was a success. There were only 2 things that could have been better:&lt;br /&gt;-We should have gotten 3 artist/bands because the concert was over earlier then planned :-/&lt;br /&gt;-My speech. Oh my god my speech! It was honestly the worst speech made in human history. Because of the mic crisis, that thanks to a friend was fixed, I got so stressed that I couldn't prepare good enough for the speech. I, fortunately, didn't have to make it in the begging because a local climate-politician did it, but between the acts to extend the time a bit, we though I could hold an improvised speech. Bad idea. Bad bad idea. First of all, I stood too far away from the mic, so the mixing guy told me to go closer and I said "OK" as an answer to him in the mic! (hahaha! That's actually kind of funny!) Then I just forgot everything. There was a total blank in my head, I couldn't remember a shit, I took out a paper were I had the speech written down and I couldn't read my own handwriting, everything was just blurry, so I gave up, I just thanked the Politicians for supporting us and said something like "here's the next artist". The good thing is that all my friends applauded and although I know it was a very very bad speech, I don't really care. I'll never see the people who were there again and I hope my friends are understanding enough to get that I was extremely nervous. The weird about me when it comes to speeches or presentations in class is that I'm not scared, I don't mind doing it and I'm not nervous before like others normally are, but I get nervous during the speech/presentation and that's even worse. Yesterday, when I came home, I searched for courses to overcome "stage fear" and become a better speech holder because, although I survived yesterday, there's no way I'm gonna let this happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic by the local paper:&lt;br /&gt;(I don't take such professional pictures :-( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HgfJGlWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xGQtI6mOBEg/s1600-h/1238275236000_lysversjoner_2505140m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HgfJGlWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xGQtI6mOBEg/s320/1238275236000_lysversjoner_2505140m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318548308388910434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But these are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HhKFS_0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/k0840Q_cphw/s1600-h/P3280036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HhKFS_0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/k0840Q_cphw/s320/P3280036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318548319915671362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HAL_lnlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HOjdKP2Eyf0/s1600-h/P3280016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HAL_lnlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HOjdKP2Eyf0/s320/P3280016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318547753492913746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HAL9PRII/AAAAAAAAAGY/1aao_PoKp34/s1600-h/P3280017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HAL9PRII/AAAAAAAAAGY/1aao_PoKp34/s320/P3280017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318547753483060354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9Hgq8IDII/AAAAAAAAAGw/axiDcZSPzcY/s1600-h/P3280024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9Hgq8IDII/AAAAAAAAAGw/axiDcZSPzcY/s320/P3280024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318548311555705986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HATuJgfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/g9rtAS80lkg/s1600-h/P3280020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9HATuJgfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/g9rtAS80lkg/s320/P3280020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318547755567251954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm really proud of myself for making this happen and holding a  speech although it  seemed more like a speech held  by a teletubbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A video from the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fi9jvyBKdlU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fi9jvyBKdlU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5637977661549406173?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5637977661549406173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/anti-climax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5637977661549406173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5637977661549406173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/anti-climax.html' title='Anti-climax'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc9G__0zG0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/uf59t35Fsrs/s72-c/P3280015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-8988176402221487352</id><published>2009-03-28T17:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:32:35.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS</title><content type='html'>When I ordered the microphones I forgot to order the goddamn thing to have the mic on. It's kind of hard to hold the mic and play the guitar at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-8988176402221487352?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/8988176402221487352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/criiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8988176402221487352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8988176402221487352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/criiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-2981602940602723426</id><published>2009-03-28T16:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:57:02.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day</title><content type='html'>No, it's not my wedding. But the concert that I've been planning is taking place today. It's an acoustic concert to celebrate the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.earthhour.org"&gt;Earth Hour 2009&lt;/a&gt; and this is the first time I plan and organize a concert and the thing that scares the hell out of me is that I'm not even a little bit nervous. I'm just not and I can't understand why. 3 nights ago, I woke up at 4 and couldn't go back to sleep because I was thinking about all the details around the concert and I was so nervous and stressed that I couldn't think of anything else. Now everything is in its place and there's no reason for it to go wrong and that could be an explanation for why I'm so calm, but I'm gonna hold a speech (that i haven't learned yet) god damn it and I'm still not a tiny bit nervous nor stressed. The only thing that's making me nervous is the fact that I'm not, and that's crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;This has to be some kind of reversed psychology thing. I'm probably so stressed and nervous that I have reached a stage of complete calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc5IRXDVvKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rkObymV2BG4/s1600-h/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc5IRXDVvKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rkObymV2BG4/s320/earth-hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267673054133410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to turn off the lights&lt;br /&gt;20.30 to 21.30 local time&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/7321430232098835279-2981602940602723426?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/2981602940602723426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2981602940602723426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2981602940602723426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-day.html' title='The big day'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc5IRXDVvKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rkObymV2BG4/s72-c/earth-hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-6576590215562440571</id><published>2009-03-28T09:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:47:54.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've named these pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc3jNWYZZaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eSLiavi7f6M/s1600-h/P3210334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc3jNWYZZaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eSLiavi7f6M/s320/P3210334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318156553480136098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc3jNx3imcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2dApt1IB2kI/s1600-h/P3230391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc3jNx3imcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2dApt1IB2kI/s320/P3230391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318156560858520002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The View (from my room, I'm so lucky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc3jN_JizZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wd_DnjGFZHA/s1600-h/P3270414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc3jN_JizZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wd_DnjGFZHA/s320/P3270414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318156564423691666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Technology&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/7321430232098835279-6576590215562440571?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/6576590215562440571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-random-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6576590215562440571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6576590215562440571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-random-pics.html' title='3 random pics'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sc3jNWYZZaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eSLiavi7f6M/s72-c/P3210334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1608394965847620506</id><published>2009-03-27T16:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:51:14.542+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><title type='text'>It's snowing?</title><content type='html'>It's snowing? "It's snowing" with a question mark because it is snowing, it's snowing a lot, I can see it from my window and I wonder why? All march have ever done in his 3 previous weeks is to play spring, with sunshine almost every day, with flowers blooming and with birds waking me up in the morning. So why is it snowing now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1608394965847620506?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1608394965847620506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-snowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1608394965847620506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1608394965847620506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s snowing?'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-4031582397169585254</id><published>2009-03-27T13:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:37:35.244+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independent'/><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of this situation. I'm tired of getting people to do stuff for me, tired of depending on others to drive me somewhere because I can't walk longer then to the car, tired of getting misunderstood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's hard to be independent when you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; to be dependent on others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-4031582397169585254?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/4031582397169585254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4031582397169585254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4031582397169585254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-tired.html' title='Sick &amp; Tired'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-932571229226916454</id><published>2009-03-26T15:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:37:50.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kina Grannis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Rhee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benjamin Siksou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yael Naim'/><title type='text'>New Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a new soul&lt;br /&gt;I came to this strange world&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take&lt;br /&gt;But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself making every possible mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lovely song. Absolutly lovely. I somehow came across a cover yesterday and today I became obssesed with the song and I've seen about 300 covers now. A lot of them are good, a lot are bad and a lot are just boring. I wanted to share the best ones (Yes this is a day of sharing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: &lt;a href="http://www.mymajorcompany.com/irma"&gt;Irma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aK877BBvLso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aK877BBvLso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/edrhee"&gt;Ed Rhee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6gIKI1X0hE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6gIKI1X0hE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2 as well: &lt;a href="http://www.kinagrannis.com/"&gt;Kina Grannis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzoQtq0MLeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzoQtq0MLeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 (my favourite): &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/benjaminsiksou"&gt;Benjamin Siksou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00lw0GE8hVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00lw0GE8hVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! I discovered 3 new artist! I love when I find new music to listen to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-932571229226916454?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/932571229226916454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/932571229226916454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/932571229226916454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-soul.html' title='New Soul'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5908463925614300809</id><published>2009-03-26T09:59:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:20:42.045+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Leibovitz'/><title type='text'>Disney!</title><content type='html'>I love Disney! Ive seen all the movies. At least the old good ones and I just love them. There's a magical feeling over Disney and Disney land is a truly magical place to be. Probably not so magical if you work there and have to go around all day long with a costume and be extra polite to people but magical if you´re a kid and have seen all the commercials about Disney and dream about how you want to go there but never say anything because you're very shy and then one day your parents surprises you and you siblings with a trip to Paris and Disneyland!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO, today I found a lot of Disney photos on MSN and I really liked them and wanted to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Leibovitz took the pictures. I haven't heard of her before but one thing is for sure and that's that she's really talented. The photos are just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctM2oeJVuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cb_zJcIl7aU/s1600-h/gs_efron_hudgens_disney_090310_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctM2oeJVuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cb_zJcIl7aU/s320/gs_efron_hudgens_disney_090310_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317428286501508834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Zac Efron&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This could have been so much better if Vanessa have posed better. I know that the sleeping beauty is sleeping so she should be a bit stiff but her eyes are open so this is after the kiss. Ok, basically it looks like Vanessa is not comfortable at all and the position of her head makes it look like she don't want this and just wants to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctMq3EJg8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tKJhM-6DL7o/s1600-h/2266919656_b05e4316f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctMq3EJg8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tKJhM-6DL7o/s320/2266919656_b05e4316f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317428084260570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce &lt;/span&gt;as Alice, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyle Lovett&lt;/span&gt; as the March Hare and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver Platt&lt;/span&gt; as the Mad Hatter&lt;br /&gt;I think Beyonce ruins this pic. The look on her face is good for a Sasha Fierce -or whatever her alter ego is called- video but not for Alice in Wonderland. Alice should have an innocent and a bit confused look, but not this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctLKhbpIkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6LZ-zHXDJgo/s1600-h/2266917864_5c36791c35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctLKhbpIkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6LZ-zHXDJgo/s320/2266917864_5c36791c35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317426429186089538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Backham&lt;/span&gt; as Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctLKgF18HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xNeSiYaXDUI/s1600-h/2266917326_f79c3089b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctLKgF18HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xNeSiYaXDUI/s320/2266917326_f79c3089b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317426428826218610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikhail Baryshnikov&lt;/span&gt; as Peter Pan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gisele Bündchen&lt;/span&gt; as Wendy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina Fey&lt;/span&gt; as Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mikhail Baryshnikov is a ballet dancer, but when I first saw the picture I though it was T-Bag from prison break and that would have been a bit wrong... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctMroL-vLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q7y62B5tWlw/s1600-h/disney-dream-ads-annie-leibovitz-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctMroL-vLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q7y62B5tWlw/s320/disney-dream-ads-annie-leibovitz-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317428097446755506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up on  Tina Fey. Funny pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctLJ3h6A9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/I5JbQDezPCc/s1600-h/2266916006_ac5891839a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctLJ3h6A9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/I5JbQDezPCc/s320/2266916006_ac5891839a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317426417938072530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scarlett Johansson&lt;/span&gt; as Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctKJ-FgKmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UjSrJZWze9k/s1600-h/2266132303_6ab0efb246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctKJ-FgKmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UjSrJZWze9k/s320/2266132303_6ab0efb246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317425320186358370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoopi Goldberg&lt;/span&gt; as the Genie&lt;br /&gt;A really funny picture love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctKJMLoqjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NAyohBPK4ZE/s1600-h/2266131663_13ddbf6459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctKJMLoqjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NAyohBPK4ZE/s320/2266131663_13ddbf6459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317425306790308402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marc Anthony&lt;/span&gt; as Jasmin and Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one too. JLO is beautiful as always. Marc Anthony looks OK. But they should have looked in the same direction, then it would have been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctJ5lQGMRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fUJTvNYXGJA/s1600-h/2266129305_4d36053698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctJ5lQGMRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fUJTvNYXGJA/s320/2266129305_4d36053698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317425038642000146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica Biel&lt;/span&gt; as as Pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;Although it kind of looks like an ad for running shoes, it's a really nice pic. I love the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctJ4yqS8JI/AAAAAAAAADw/pk7XXtG7LuU/s1600-h/2266128917_2ec7dbc2c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctJ4yqS8JI/AAAAAAAAADw/pk7XXtG7LuU/s320/2266128917_2ec7dbc2c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317425025061679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel Weisz&lt;/span&gt; as Snow White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her neck makes her look old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that the photografer has used "older" celebrities (Old in Hoollywood years) for these pictures, not only "younger" celebrities. I personally love this one with Julianne Moore and wouldn't have liked it if it were Lindsay Lohan for example. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctTVB7FOgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J9BQGqkqkck/s1600-h/annie-leibovitz-julianne-moore-michael-phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctTVB7FOgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J9BQGqkqkck/s320/annie-leibovitz-julianne-moore-michael-phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317435405799602690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julianne Moore as Ariel and Michael Phelps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5908463925614300809?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5908463925614300809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/disney.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5908463925614300809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5908463925614300809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/disney.html' title='Disney!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/SctM2oeJVuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cb_zJcIl7aU/s72-c/gs_efron_hudgens_disney_090310_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-284933599596716859</id><published>2009-03-24T09:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:46:31.766+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><title type='text'>Peeking in</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to my place when I passed my neighbors door. She seemed very stressed and had left the door open while she was searching for something. Her keys I guess. I could hear her run around in the apartment and I took advantage of this moment to take a looong look inside. It's really interesting, I think, to see the inside of someones place, especially if you know that the apartment is built in the same way that yours, but still when you look inside it seems so different that, although the walls are just the same, it feels like a whole different place. What's even weirder is when you move and then for some strange reason get the chance to go in to your old house, I don't why I'm saying this because it has never happened to me but I believe it must be very weird. I mean it's weird enough for me to pass my old house and see people coming out or lingerie hanging on the balcony or a different curtain in what used to be my room. I actually feel jealous. It's strange I know, but I think it's because the picture of people living in my room is destroying the nice picture I have of my room. This happens even if I didn't have any particular care for that house or even if I didn't like the house at all, but it the same feeling you get (and this has happened to me) when you give away your old clothes to your mum to give away and she gives them to her friends daughter and you see this girl walking around in your clothes. It doesn't matter if you hated that top or never wore it, it's still kind of yours. This can get really irritating in 2 cases: 1. The girl have no sense of style and puts your old navy skirt with a bright pink (or worse bright yellow) top or worse 2. The girl have a great sense of style and combines the skirt you never wore because you didn't know how to, with some great shoes and a nice top and looks fabulous AND gets compliment for the outfit while you sit there green with envy imagining how you'll start screaming "It's mine!" and rip it off her ass!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think you got the point! ehhh! What was point? I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-284933599596716859?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/284933599596716859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/peeking-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/284933599596716859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/284933599596716859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/peeking-in.html' title='Peeking in'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-8676279036954996139</id><published>2009-03-22T16:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:21:57.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='category'/><title type='text'>Too complicated or too lazy</title><content type='html'>I found a way to create categories but it was a long long description so either it's too complicated or I'm simply too lazy. But, hey, I just have ONE category so I believe it won't be necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-8676279036954996139?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/8676279036954996139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-complicated-or-too-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8676279036954996139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8676279036954996139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-complicated-or-too-lazy.html' title='Too complicated or too lazy'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7794080244120138544</id><published>2009-03-22T16:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:16:55.002+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over and over again'/><title type='text'>Song of the week</title><content type='html'>You know when sometimes you hear a song and can't stop listening to it and you play it over and over again? Well that happens often to me. Maybe I should make a category of it? hmm! How do I do that in Blogger. I'll have to find out.&lt;br /&gt;But, first, song of the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El rey tiburón - Maná&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UivlGZZ5XxY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UivlGZZ5XxY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find an official music video...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7794080244120138544?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7794080244120138544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7794080244120138544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7794080244120138544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-week.html' title='Song of the week'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-4906985540983151888</id><published>2009-03-21T23:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:27:21.529+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomorrow never dies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police Academy 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPS'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow never dies</title><content type='html'>I know that people are supposed to go out, to party, to hang out, to eat and stuff like that on saturdays but some of us can't or simply won't. Some of us stay at home and when we do we'd love to have something to watch on TV and that's why I wonder: what's up with TV channels on saturdays? Tonight they showed Police Academy 7. Seriously, 7? I won't even raise the question about why they made not one but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt; lame movies. But showing it on a Saturday night along with Fear factor and a bunch of other really boring and lame shows makes no sense to me. And what actually makes less sense is that on fridays there's so much to watch that it becomes hard to choose! Leave some of it to saturday I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up watching a 007 movie, which is always entertaining, especially since I haven't seen this one before. It starred Teri Hatcher. It was weird to see her as one of Bonds lovers. She was very attractive. She still is but she was more curvaceous in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;I also found it really amusing to watch the technology that was in use. I bet that it looked really advanced back in 1997. It seemed that the techno thing  they were talking the most about was the GPS that is today something that anyone can have in ones car. That leaves me thinking in the technological revolution that has been going on. What's next? I mean, I (and I haven't lived that long) have seen the switch from cassettes to CDs to mp3s, the mobile-boom, the evolution of computers and internet,... And every day there's something new that one must have and that one suddenly can't live without. We are actually owning things that were imagined in movies made no longer than 12 years ago! Isn't that amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScV11BOEQNI/AAAAAAAAADY/31TvvCN40no/s1600-h/007TNDposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScV11BOEQNI/AAAAAAAAADY/31TvvCN40no/s320/007TNDposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315784488901689554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the phone Bond used in the movie, it looks like it belongs to a museum. Reminds me a bit of one of my fathers first phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScV11Uh4NZI/AAAAAAAAADg/PVWWu8V1C-w/s1600-h/norm-42c950b06cc09-James%2BBond+%2BTomorrow%2BNever%2BDies%2B%281997%29.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScV11Uh4NZI/AAAAAAAAADg/PVWWu8V1C-w/s320/norm-42c950b06cc09-James%2BBond+%2BTomorrow%2BNever%2BDies%2B%281997%29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315784494085059986" border="0" /&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/7321430232098835279-4906985540983151888?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/4906985540983151888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-never-dies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4906985540983151888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4906985540983151888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-never-dies.html' title='Tomorrow never dies'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScV11BOEQNI/AAAAAAAAADY/31TvvCN40no/s72-c/007TNDposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-2605127082019058427</id><published>2009-03-21T17:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:14:20.580+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny from the block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Lopez'/><title type='text'>They're palying it!</title><content type='html'>They're playing Jenny from the black! Oh God! I remember I made my own version of the song! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScUSJBzP_HI/AAAAAAAAADI/eswoUeF3NKY/s1600-h/412163556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScUSJBzP_HI/AAAAAAAAADI/eswoUeF3NKY/s320/412163556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674881492253810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScUSJSqMTzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l1bGrdWvKEE/s1600-h/j_lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScUSJSqMTzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l1bGrdWvKEE/s320/j_lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674886017666866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-2605127082019058427?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/2605127082019058427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/theyre-palying-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2605127082019058427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/2605127082019058427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/theyre-palying-it.html' title='They&apos;re palying it!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScUSJBzP_HI/AAAAAAAAADI/eswoUeF3NKY/s72-c/412163556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1210874639480295807</id><published>2009-03-21T16:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:17:45.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny from the block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Lopez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My love don&apos;t cost a thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><title type='text'>Break!</title><content type='html'>The last post kind of pushed me into do something. I was like: "Get yourself together girl and do something!" and I did. I guess it's not a matter of will, but a matter of actually doing what one wants to do. So I started by reading and then I looked through 27 pages with 8 artists on each page and tried to find artist to the gig but it's so hard to get a hold on people. Either there's no contact information or they don't answer their phones. But, hey, there's an awful lot of talent out there! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm taking a well deserved break! But not a long one, I have to get back to my writing and artist hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what's on TV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScURLP-JBbI/AAAAAAAAADA/yVicYc1jMl8/s1600-h/P3210319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScURLP-JBbI/AAAAAAAAADA/yVicYc1jMl8/s320/P3210319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673820144141746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLO back in 99. (God! it's 10 years ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOh! It's a JLo special. Now they're playing "My love don't cost a thing". This brings back so much memories. Like  when people used to call me JLo when she came out with her "Jenny from the block" (I bet they will play that one too) because I used to wear a hat like the one she wears in the video. That reminds me that I used to wear a lot of hats. I'm glad I got over that phase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1210874639480295807?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1210874639480295807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1210874639480295807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1210874639480295807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/break.html' title='Break!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScURLP-JBbI/AAAAAAAAADA/yVicYc1jMl8/s72-c/P3210319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-5279964551129346602</id><published>2009-03-21T12:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:37:08.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Betty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain damage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Freaking out!</title><content type='html'>I really and deeply wonder how the brain works and especially mine. Ok. Maybe it's just my brain that's damaged. It works in a very weird and abnormal way. Like right now. I have one hundred and thirty five things to do, yet I'm spending 45 mins on facebook watching stupid videos that my friends have posted and now I'm writing this and afterwards I'll probably read some blogs and then watch some TV because here's how my stupid brain works: A side of my brain or maybe it's my conscious is telling me that a have an exam paper to write to next friday, that I have to find an artist/band that's willing to play for free to next saturday, that I have to read about 2 chapters of a school book before monday and a lot of other things, but my brain get's really stressed, freaks out because it's afraid that it won't be able to do all this and controls my body into doing nothing or just doing stupidities like watching 2 movies in a row or watching 3 episodes of Ugly Betty. Sometimes, this conscious thing  kick in again and I tell my self: "OK, after I¨m done with this episode, or with this gossip website, I'll start doing something". Well actually right now I'm telling myself: "After I'm done with this post, I'll definitely start reading my history book" but we'll see what happens. And that's how it goes on and on and on until I sit there the night before the exam and write down whatever and regret every  single moment i spent on doing nothing. What is wrong with me? Am I stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScTRNi79BMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nf-44h7wZsg/s1600-h/P3210317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScTRNi79BMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nf-44h7wZsg/s320/P3210317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315603490850800834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-5279964551129346602?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/5279964551129346602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaking-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5279964551129346602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/5279964551129346602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking out!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScTRNi79BMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nf-44h7wZsg/s72-c/P3210317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-3105747084764219365</id><published>2009-03-20T15:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:47:50.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manzana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>Fruits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOsdHs-3nI/AAAAAAAAACw/lxk_UFWwRGY/s1600-h/P3200309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOsdHs-3nI/AAAAAAAAACw/lxk_UFWwRGY/s320/P3200309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281601511218802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like fruits&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/7321430232098835279-3105747084764219365?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/3105747084764219365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/fruits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/3105747084764219365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/3105747084764219365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/fruits.html' title='Fruits...'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOsdHs-3nI/AAAAAAAAACw/lxk_UFWwRGY/s72-c/P3200309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-4955387967215142758</id><published>2009-03-20T15:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:43:38.723+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leftovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Me? Cooking?</title><content type='html'>Me? Cooking? I don't think so! It's not that I don't like cocking or food, it just that I don't have the patience. I don't have the patience to spend 3 hours in the kitchen, because afterwards I'm just so sick of it that i don't eat my own cooked food. I don't have the patience to wait for hours, to stir, to wait, to go back and stir again. I don't have the patience to wash all the things I use (and I use almost everything that's available in the kitchen). I don't even have the patience to warm up left overs like I'm doing now, I just warm it up a little bit then eat it half warm.|I really need a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOq-8L3yFI/AAAAAAAAACg/HFN4cawwwXA/s1600-h/P3200302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOq-8L3yFI/AAAAAAAAACg/HFN4cawwwXA/s320/P3200302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315279983511849042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOrZOx2IsI/AAAAAAAAACo/kGdKadRzpSA/s1600-h/P3200308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOrZOx2IsI/AAAAAAAAACo/kGdKadRzpSA/s320/P3200308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315280435179561666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-4955387967215142758?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/4955387967215142758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-cooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4955387967215142758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/4955387967215142758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-cooking.html' title='Me? Cooking?'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScOq-8L3yFI/AAAAAAAAACg/HFN4cawwwXA/s72-c/P3200302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7667294252762875310</id><published>2009-03-20T11:14:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:04:53.514+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoulder bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crutches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backpack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><title type='text'>Backpack vs. Bag</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I was at the doctor, she told me that I had to use crutches! I'm not looking forward to it because I'm seriously the clumsiest person on earth and I'll probably end up hurting myself even more! Anyway, yesterday I had to convince myself to use them to a lecture I was going to and a came to this really scary conclusion: I can't wear shoulder bags anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! Technically I can wear them, but being as I mentioned before the most clumsy person on earth I just can't, because my bag will slowly slide down my shoulder and land at my hand as I'm trying to mange the crutch so I'll have to stop and put it back on, if it doesn't fall completely off. This will happen every 5 min, so I realized that I have to wear backpacks! That's just a nightmare! Backpacks are so UGLY! I hate them!&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree that they are comfier than a shoulder bag and that sometimes when I think about my future I imagine myself as a 70 year-old with her right shoulder a lot lower then her left one. That's because I always were my bags on my right shoulder and not only that, but I also carry my whole world inside my bag so my bags normally wight  more that 50 kilos. But you know, you have to suffer for your beauty and that's what I have been doing. But i think that in my current situation I'll have to prioritize my health over my looks. So I'm starting to get used to this terrible idea...&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScNzgCTjCJI/AAAAAAAAACI/1SPdw_-tflg/s1600-h/volante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScNzgCTjCJI/AAAAAAAAACI/1SPdw_-tflg/s320/volante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315218979439184018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I couldn't find ONE nice looking backpack, this is seriously the nicest one!&lt;br /&gt;(By the way it took me an eternity to find this picture because in online fashions stores they don't sell backpacks, you'll only find those in the sport section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScN2HYHn0wI/AAAAAAAAACY/jtkJNQk_0WQ/s1600-h/Skrivbord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScN2HYHn0wI/AAAAAAAAACY/jtkJNQk_0WQ/s320/Skrivbord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315221854332900098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bags from asos.com&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/7321430232098835279-7667294252762875310?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7667294252762875310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/backpack-vs-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7667294252762875310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7667294252762875310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/backpack-vs-bag.html' title='Backpack vs. Bag'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScNzgCTjCJI/AAAAAAAAACI/1SPdw_-tflg/s72-c/volante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-8202951807139562058</id><published>2009-03-19T13:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:38:50.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mc Streamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patella dislocation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramedics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mc Dreamy'/><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks now. 2 weeks since I had a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patellar_dislocation"&gt;patella dislocation&lt;/a&gt; or a kneecap dislocation or in normal human language: it's been 2 weeks since my left knee decided to pop out of place!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went back to the hospital full of positiveness and hope waiting for a miracle to happen, expecting the doctor to tell me that everything was alright and back to normal and that now I could run and jump and dance and do whatever I wanted! Of course, as I kind of knew deep deep inside, that didn't happen. The doctor told me that I had to rest for 4 more weeks! Yey! another 4 weeks where I can't bend my knee, can't walk fast and have to accept everyones help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting there in the hospital, I though about Grey's Anatomy. When I first started watching the show, although I knew it was fiction, I got really respect for doctors and for their job and realized what an important responsibility they have. But the show have really damaged my mind because now I think that all doctors look like Mc Dreamy, Mc Streamy or Alex. When I was in the room waiting for the doctor I was imagining that one of them, or one that looked like them would come to my room, and I actually saw a doctor that looked a lot like George. It was really fun to watch him because he didn't know that I was watching him and what I was thinking. I was imagining things going on between the doctors! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScJH2aSCtsI/AAAAAAAAACA/UTtWhUxU9PA/s1600-h/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScJH2aSCtsI/AAAAAAAAACA/UTtWhUxU9PA/s320/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314889510344111810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the doctors responsibilities and work, I have to say that I have a lot of respect for the paramedics and the nurses. I agree that the doctors do the "hard work" or the difficult part but the paramedics and the nurses are equally important and has an equally important role. So, shout out to all the paramedics and nurses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScJHmOjifFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uDBA3Skw8To/s1600-h/paramedics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScJHmOjifFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uDBA3Skw8To/s320/paramedics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314889232318364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScJHYhAcx-I/AAAAAAAAABw/0Q8Kkcq_MyE/s1600-h/Nurses_about.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScJHYhAcx-I/AAAAAAAAABw/0Q8Kkcq_MyE/s320/Nurses_about.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314888996753295330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-8202951807139562058?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/8202951807139562058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8202951807139562058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/8202951807139562058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScJH2aSCtsI/AAAAAAAAACA/UTtWhUxU9PA/s72-c/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7724659631709207663</id><published>2009-03-18T11:03:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:07:38.376+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Savoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley Fils-Aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Francisco'/><title type='text'>Ashley, Sean and Pablo Francisco</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a lot of fun!! It didn't start that good though. My friend and I had planned to go to a mexican restaurant before the show, but we were in a meeting that never ended. We actually had to leave before the meeting was over because I had to meet a guy I was selling my Madcon tickets to but hey that's another story. Anyway, when we finally were going to the restaurant we realized we only had 1 hour left to the show so we ended up going to T.G.I Friday's, ordered and just sat there chatting. After 35 min or more we hadn't got our food yet so we called the waiter and exactly as we though he had forgotten to place the order. Poor thing. I felt really sorry for him because I know how stressing it is to work at a restaurant. Anyway they offered us 50% off if we stayed but by then we only had 15 min left so we had to leave. They gave us some coupons for free appetizer or smoothie which is quite nice. The bad thing is that by then we were really hungry. I for example hadn't eaten all day because I know we were eating out and we couldn't just wait for the end of the show, so we went to Deli de Luca, bought some pizza rolls and Pepsi Max that we smuggled in.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there I knew right away that the audience would be great because they were all buying drinks (I didn't think of that before!) and I wasn't wrong. People were totally crazy, screaming, laughing and making a LOT of noise.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show was great. At least the first part. It's started with &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/seanjoxe"&gt;Sean Savoy&lt;/a&gt; and  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/funnyash"&gt;Ashley Fils-Aime&lt;/a&gt; how were like the warm-up guys for Pablo. They were really hilarious and it was the kind of humor that I like, a bit like &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/defcomedyjam/index.html"&gt;Def Comedy Jam&lt;/a&gt;. What I liked the most was that they had "local jokes", like about stuff happening here which means they have done some research. Really nice! I really appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;After they did their thing Pablo came out and people went crazy! I have to be honest, it wasn't that funny. Ok, he has a real talent when it comes to different voices, he's really really talented, but he need to get some new stuff because spending like I don't know how much time just doing noises is a bit ennoying. There were no story, I don't know how to explain but it was like just different voices over and over again. I'm not saying it wasn't funny cause I laughed a lot but I was just not that funny (haha this reminds me of that movie title He just not that into you). Another thing that I didn't like that much was that most of the show was sex jokes and that can be funny but not when the whole show is about sex. I've always said that I feel that when comedians turn to sex jokes, they're not that talented. A talented comedian is one that can make jokes about everything, because using sex jokes is playing it too safe because it's something you know that people will laugh about. It's like making a fart noise to a kid over and over again because you know they will always laugh. But I had a lot of fun. I would give the show 4 out of 6 stars, 3 to Ashley and Sean and 1 to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shitty quality pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDe9ZJwXdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YkJG99Jr1aM/s1600-h/P3170237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDe9ZJwXdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YkJG99Jr1aM/s320/P3170237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314492706602376658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDe9-SYXFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AQw-8J-_yrw/s1600-h/P3170241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDe9-SYXFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AQw-8J-_yrw/s320/P3170241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314492716570664018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDk0iNcOQI/AAAAAAAAABY/YrEVRWz2Ndc/s1600-h/P3170242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDk0iNcOQI/AAAAAAAAABY/YrEVRWz2Ndc/s320/P3170242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314499151484696834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we took pics with the comedians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend melted into one person with the help of Paint Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDrJTK8xSI/AAAAAAAAABo/D2tODyHKv0o/s1600-h/Kopia+av+P3170248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDrJTK8xSI/AAAAAAAAABo/D2tODyHKv0o/s320/Kopia+av+P3170248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314506105294734626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend cut off with the help of Picasa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDq95nchOI/AAAAAAAAABg/QKSlI-1lcl4/s1600-h/Kopia+av+P3170249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDq95nchOI/AAAAAAAAABg/QKSlI-1lcl4/s320/Kopia+av+P3170249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314505909456372962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I filmed this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7i5KuxQPIto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7i5KuxQPIto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7724659631709207663?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7724659631709207663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashley-sean-and-pablo-francisco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7724659631709207663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7724659631709207663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashley-sean-and-pablo-francisco.html' title='Ashley, Sean and Pablo Francisco'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDe9ZJwXdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YkJG99Jr1aM/s72-c/P3170237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1610523572727655794</id><published>2009-03-17T15:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:58:27.073+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Francisco'/><title type='text'>Who you foolin'?</title><content type='html'>Yey! Yey! I'm going to see Pablo Francisco tonight! I'm really excited although I'm keeping my expectations low because I don't want to be disappointed. I'm afraid he thinks that since we are a new audience and most of us have only seen him on tv or (in my case) on youtube, he could just use some of his old jokes, because that would be really uncool. I'm also a bit curious about how I'm going to behave because I've never been to a comedy show. I've seen a hundred on DVD and on those I've seen people laughing their asses off and clapping and screaming and stuff. Most of the time I find the jokes really funny, but I almost never start laughing loudly when I'm alone in my sofa so I don't know how i will behave tonight, am I going to just think "that was funny" or am I going to laugh loud like everyone else? I think that I'll probably laugh (if it's really funny of course) because I think laughter is contagious. Another thing I think about, is how is the scandinavian audience going to be? Like the american ones I've seen on DVD or very silent and cold like they usually are? I'll soon find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sb-zmLWAXQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OsdrBNnZUpQ/s1600-h/comedy_tour_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sb-zmLWAXQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OsdrBNnZUpQ/s320/comedy_tour_header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163553781964034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sb-zmAb4tXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s2XYsXMTNhc/s1600-h/2160528_1751237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sb-zmAb4tXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s2XYsXMTNhc/s320/2160528_1751237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163550853838194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite PF video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMzxK2WPSfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMzxK2WPSfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long has she been calling you a puta?"&lt;br /&gt;"Here, hold my baby!" LOOOOOOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1610523572727655794?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1610523572727655794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-you-foolin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1610523572727655794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1610523572727655794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-you-foolin.html' title='Who you foolin&apos;?'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/Sb-zmLWAXQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OsdrBNnZUpQ/s72-c/comedy_tour_header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7545681740365190432</id><published>2009-03-17T10:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:00:34.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>I woke up this morning, the sunshine was shining.</title><content type='html'>I didn´t sleep well tonight either BUT I had just wonderful dreams. I dream that I was hanging out with my best friends and that I had something going on with a guy I have a crush on. And you know how sometimes you wake up feeling this was not a dream, this happened for real? Well that happens to me a lot and this morning was one of those morning when I'm happy cause I had so much fun all night long with my friends and my crush. In addition, I don´t have that big stone that´s making me blue and depressed and tired. I feel fresh. Outside the birds are twittering/singing and the sun is shining. This is a beautiful day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy face by Destiny's Child, I used to listen to this every morning when I was 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNRKVHpbu10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNRKVHpbu10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7545681740365190432?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7545681740365190432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-woke-up-this-morning-sunshine-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7545681740365190432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7545681740365190432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-woke-up-this-morning-sunshine-was.html' title='I woke up this morning, the sunshine was shining.'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-1812018574468510201</id><published>2009-03-16T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:42:48.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate misunderstandings</title><content type='html'>I hate when people misunderstand each other and end up getting mad and irritated at each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-1812018574468510201?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/1812018574468510201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-misunderstandings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1812018574468510201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/1812018574468510201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-misunderstandings.html' title='I hate misunderstandings'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-7443915931714241841</id><published>2009-03-16T11:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:07:46.923+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wake and it feels like you didn't sleep for 1 sec. You feel like you're having a 15 kg stone in the place of your head and that you just want to go back to b&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;d and sleep. This is one of those days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-7443915931714241841?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/7443915931714241841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7443915931714241841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/7443915931714241841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-3245352900448296504</id><published>2009-03-15T22:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:02:41.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boy does nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill Scott'/><title type='text'>I'm officially missing you</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my friends place. We had a great evening. We were going to watch a movie but since neither of us can shut up, we ended up talking about exes, funerals, death, love, life,... and listening to songs on youtube. We played all from that "the boy does nothing" chick from Mis-teeq to Jill Scott. That's when I remembered this beautiful song by Tamia: I'm officially missing you and I just had to listen to it now. Although maybe that's a bad choice, I should put on something louder and noisier to keep me awake coz I have some work to do for my dad and I recall myself telling him yesterday: "I'll do it first thing in the morning" so maybe it's time I get to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially missing you by Tamia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFDuJo_sy78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFDuJo_sy78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-3245352900448296504?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/3245352900448296504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-officially-missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/3245352900448296504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/3245352900448296504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-officially-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m officially missing you'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321430232098835279.post-6759347220489709718</id><published>2009-03-15T12:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:53:48.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Back in the game!</title><content type='html'>Yes. I'm back in the game now. The blogging game. This is actually my 4th blog. Well, you know     &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;       &lt;!-- message --&gt; all good things are four. But there's a reasonable explanation to this:&lt;br /&gt;My first blog: Le Metro was about the metro, which is a pretty restricted subject, in addition I stopped taking the metro when I moved so no more to write about.&lt;br /&gt;My second blog: The Christmas Blog: about christmas. Not that interesting. In addition I had a very blue period so I stopped writing.&lt;br /&gt;So after 2 failed attempts, I came up with a brilliant idea, write a blog were I could write about everything at the same time! Genius, isn't it? So I started my third blog. I wasn't that active at first until last week I decided to start writing again, and what happens? I forget my password and there's no way to get it back! I tried, you see, for a whole week, searching through my mind and piles of notes and papers without results. So, I decided to start a brand new one. This one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321430232098835279-6759347220489709718?l=drimmar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/feeds/6759347220489709718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6759347220489709718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321430232098835279/posts/default/6759347220489709718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drimmar.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the game!'/><author><name>Dri_Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283518939077251080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QawCnLOH3CE/ScDjf2V9beI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cGSLcczJs_c/S220/eye+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
