<?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-593579854246552874</id><updated>2012-01-25T00:31:03.094+01:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='Solo'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='a bored Andi'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='boyfriends'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Sonja'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='MeMe'/><category term='pervy'/><category term='NaNoWriMo'/><category term='Thursday Thirteen'/><category term='msn'/><category term='Stien'/><category term='food'/><category term='plane'/><category term='men'/><category term='Andi'/><category term='Too much stress'/><category term='friends'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Pervy Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Just us girls blurting out whatever is on our minds</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-8306379077498470849</id><published>2008-02-16T12:27:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:14:46.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Once a Rake - Rona Sharon</title><content type='html'>Heh heh heh, I can't seem to let these reviews be. (Sorry Stien! I'm sure you'll forgive me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,... I finished Rona Sharon's &lt;em&gt;Once a Rake&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7bMvSB2AnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5F-38JHATeA/s1600-h/oar_booklist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167542735119712882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7bMvSB2AnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5F-38JHATeA/s320/oar_booklist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this story was a bit &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; long. And at the same time, I liked the book being so thick. I don't know why I contradict myself here, but this is how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters, Izzy and Paris (hehehe,... sorry, but I just kept reading Paris Hilton all the time... sorry!), well, they kept pushing each other away &lt;strong&gt;constantely&lt;/strong&gt;! Ok, so I understand the need of a bit of conflict, but this just went on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And normally, I don't like that so much in a book. (Here, it sometimes got on my nerves too. I wanted to say: "Come on, people! Just say you love each other and get over it, don't be so silly! I know you love each other... just. say. it. Sheesh!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the other hand, I didn't want this book to end. I liked the descriptions of the battle of Waterloo &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; much! In my opinion, it was here that Mrs. Sharon showed a most remarkable talent. She played me like a violin when Will, Izzy's brother, died. (God, Will... Although he was dead, he was a very strong character!). I cried like a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I kept on reading. Because of Will, and the social issues mentioned in this book. I enjoyed the descriptions of Brussels (for very obvious reasons, heh) and I appreciated that the author did a great job on the research. There was even a mention of Ninove. So, yeah, I loved that part of the book. (My, am I not being patriotic here? :P ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this book is a true keeper for me, though. Even if there were bits I liked very, very much (Like the charity, the war, Wellington...).&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on the Paris-Izzy antics. They just had TOO much going on in their personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the impression there was too much information tried to put into the story. Like, for example, that scene with the highwaymen. That could have been left out of the book easily, without changing the story. It was a bit pointless to me, especially since the highwaymen just appeared for 2 pages or so, but then no more. (Plot devices!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Or the ending, with the dressing up part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in this case, 'less' would have been 'more', if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this book a 7 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;*Andi* ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-8306379077498470849?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8306379077498470849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=8306379077498470849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8306379077498470849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8306379077498470849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-rake-rona-sharon.html' title='Once a Rake - Rona Sharon'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7bMvSB2AnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5F-38JHATeA/s72-c/oar_booklist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-6001605288942825474</id><published>2008-02-14T14:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:47:33.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy matchmaking</title><content type='html'>Hi galls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a little boy talk on this blog, to get the attention away from book reviews and such :D&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any of your friends ever try to set you up with some guy?! Well, I've been a matchmaker myself a couple of times but guess what!? It is NOT funny when people try to do it to you!&lt;br /&gt;Last year one of my friends was convinced I was the right girl for a guy who she worked with on her paper. At the beginning of this school year, my classmate Hanna wanted to set me up with someone as well.......hehe....guess what.....same guy! uhuh!&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was a little creepy that she picked the some boy, but I ignored her when she started talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, during social philosophy, me and my friend Funda were grading the guys in our classroom. When suddenly she pointed out the guy that my two other friends had picked out for me earlier. I might have mumbled something that sounded like "he cool". After that Funda's enthousiasm was unstoppable. She has been trying to make the two of us run in to eachother ever since, she succeeded a few times as well and that ended in him walking me to my dorm. Personally I think it is a little scary that three of my friends want to see me dating the same guy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to be dating at all :p (thank you fear of commitment :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is good to be back in leuven after a weeks vacation, I've really missed it here. Tonight me and Funda are going to a party, hope it will be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x Stien x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-6001605288942825474?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6001605288942825474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=6001605288942825474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6001605288942825474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6001605288942825474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/creepy-matchmaking.html' title='creepy matchmaking'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-3923916416227293418</id><published>2008-02-14T12:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:19:12.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>TT time (#16!)</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again ;-) ... and... Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I posted a TT on words in Dutch and English that look pretty much the same. That got me thinking, why don't make a list with verbs as well? Gna gna gna... I must begin to resemble my English teacher in high school...&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Since I don't feel like doing something 'romantic'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7QqRSB2AmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XhmP88bpMxc/s1600-h/thursdaybanner12.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166801148886516322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7QqRSB2AmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XhmP88bpMxc/s320/thursdaybanner12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;to work (work) = werken (werk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to dance (dance) = dansen (dans)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to sing (sing) = zingen (zing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to go (go) = gaan (ga)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to do (do) = doen (doe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to cook (cook) = koken (kook)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to eat (eat) = eten (eet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to sleep (sleep) = slapen (slaap)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to come (come) = komen (kom) --&gt; because I'm pervy that way *g*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to break (break) = breken (breek)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to bring (bring) = brengen (breng)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to miss (miss) = missen (mis)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to wrestle (wrestle) = worstelen (worstel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? Dutch is easy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now you can write a very mysterious love letter to your Valentine, in Dutch, hee hee hee... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder what that would give...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-XxX-&lt;br /&gt;Andi ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others' comments. It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-3923916416227293418?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3923916416227293418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=3923916416227293418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3923916416227293418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3923916416227293418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/tt-time-16.html' title='TT time (#16!)'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7QqRSB2AmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XhmP88bpMxc/s72-c/thursdaybanner12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-4846588353075595159</id><published>2008-02-11T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:18:56.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Simpsonize me</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think my sad mood is over now ;-) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, it's my sister's birthday today. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;So that contributed to my good mood, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stien and I found something on the Internet a while ago, and oh my, it's so much fun!!! (Oh, alright, alright, Stien found it, and then she showed me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know something like this existed, but yeah, you can turn yourself into..... a Simpsons character!!! How cool is that, huh? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna see the results?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7Cr2CB2AkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/edARL_Byu9E/s1600-h/Andi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165817717339849282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7Cr2CB2AkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/edARL_Byu9E/s320/Andi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165817863368737362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7Cr-iB2AlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6BLrVOLtvwg/s320/stien.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatcha think? Cool, huh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He he he he :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what do you look like as a Simpson? Find out &lt;a href="http://simpsonizeme.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't forget to show us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-4846588353075595159?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4846588353075595159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=4846588353075595159&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4846588353075595159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4846588353075595159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/simpsonize-me.html' title='Simpsonize me'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R7Cr2CB2AkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/edARL_Byu9E/s72-c/Andi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5725437821116424039</id><published>2008-02-10T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:43:08.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A bit sad</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel so good, this week. Emotionally, I mean. We had a funeral of a close family friend and that took a lot of emotional energy from me, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have homework to do for school, but I don't feel like doing something... Perhaps I'm too lazy, eh? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;But no, seriously, I really don't want to do a thing right now. Except reading or lying on the couch in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we (my aunt, cousin, my mom, sister and me) went out for a game of bowling and dinner afterwards, to celebrate my sister's birthday. She turns 2O tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I gave her a Lumix, Panasonic, digital camera. She was so thrilled ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I actually told her we got her a Nitendo DS and she totally believed it, he he heh :D&lt;br /&gt;But she seems very, very pleased with her digital camera, so that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and totally off topic: I think my cat hates me. Don't know why, though. But she totally ignores me, when a while ago she was around me almost constantly. Now, it's my sister she goes to, and me? I don't even exist right now. Strange cat-beast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay! A classmate just informed me there are no classes tomorrow, whoohoo!!! :D Now that's some news that makes me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well,... there's still stuff to do, so I'll be busy anyway, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5725437821116424039?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5725437821116424039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5725437821116424039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5725437821116424039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5725437821116424039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/bit-sad.html' title='A bit sad'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-8864342198273587141</id><published>2008-02-02T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:21:16.907+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>I'm spoiled...</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I'm spoiled already! These past few days, I've been reading like a madwoman, just to get through my pile of books (freshly bought in January).&lt;br /&gt;The best thing of all is that I've had 3 keepers in a row! So I take it I'm a bit spoiled in that section ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;She's No Princess&lt;/strong&gt;, by Laura Lee Guhrke (I read this one in Dutch, with the title &lt;em&gt;De Perfecte Kandidaat&lt;/em&gt;, which means: The Perfect Candidate)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Passion&lt;/strong&gt;, by Lisa Valdez (in English)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Untouched&lt;/strong&gt;, by Anna Campbell (also in English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lauraleeguhrke.com/bookshelf/princess.htm"&gt;She's No Princess&lt;/a&gt; 9/10&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;This book has the best heroine ever! Hahaha, probably because she is so very much like me. I really could relate to her. And she was just so, well yeah, ME.&lt;br /&gt;I've never had that with a book before, really.&lt;br /&gt;She, Lucia, is the daughter of an Italian prince. Well, see, my father was Italian too, though not a prince, heh. And so Lucia and I share that Italian temperament ;-)&lt;br /&gt;She loves getting what she wants (I sure do too), and she makes sure she lives her life her way. I understood her completely. *Way to go, girl!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero then, Ian. At first, I didn't like him at all. (Yeah, Lucia shared my feelings). But then 'we' got to know him better, and well, it got from 'irritating guy' to 'wow-guy'. I loved the way how he supported Lucia and stood up for her.&lt;br /&gt;And I loved the fact it was Lucia who seduced him, instead of Ian seducing her ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also loved the relationship between Lucia and her mother. It was just so... true. I wouldn't be able to give my mom up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisavaldez.com/Passion.html"&gt;Passion&lt;/a&gt; : 9/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has the most beautiful, heartbreaking declaration of love EVER. I mean it, I was crying along with the characters at that point. God, I could cry again now, just by remembering it.&lt;br /&gt;The first few chapters are all about sex, though. I found myself blushing my ears off my head! I mean, uhm, WOW, how far can you take it, huh? *tomato red right now*&lt;br /&gt;But after these few chapters, the characters, Mark and Passion, get to know each other, erm,... better. Their personalities are fleshed out and you see them grow.&lt;br /&gt;This is done in a really great way. And then you get that declaration... and the tears are unstopable, *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annacampbell.info/untouched.html"&gt;Untouched&lt;/a&gt;: 9/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished this one this night. Here, it is the hero who is absolutely UNforgettable!!! Omg, *super-sigh*!&lt;br /&gt;I want a Matthew for myself! I do, I do, I do!&lt;br /&gt;I also read &lt;em&gt;Claiming the Courtesan &lt;/em&gt;from this author. There, I had a few problems with the ending (heroine who acted a bit silly at the end, ugh :-s ).&lt;br /&gt;But this second book, my, my, my.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, at the end, the heroine showed a bit the same tendency as the previous one, but in a way, it was understandable this time.&lt;br /&gt;But overall, that's just a minor, teeny-weeny, problem I had. (Yeah, call me demanding :P)&lt;br /&gt;The rest was just, gosh, mindblowing, I guess ;-)&lt;br /&gt;The hero, Matthew, is being kept captured by his uncle, who says Matthew is mad, but is actually out for Matthew's money. Greedy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Still, Matthew is a great guy, and soooooo sweet! I think he must be the perfect boyfriend, and if only he were real. (Although that torture/capture bussiness shouldn't be part of the package then, poor boy)&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, if I have to picture my dream guy, it would be Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;*rave, rave, rave*&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm in love? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop now, since I could go on and on about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrrrrr, I want a Matthew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I promise that was the last thing about Rrrrrrrrr-Hmmmmatthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I learned quite a bit 'dirty language' from this book. Hee hee hee, like that sentence: "Shut your gob".&lt;br /&gt;Never knew something like that existed, but I quite like the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oeh, oeh, I almost forgot! There is something else that I have to say. It's about the last chapter. And the dog, Wolfram.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew has this dog, Wolfram (I couldn't stop picturing Wolfram halogen lamps, every time I read that name). And Grace, the heroine takes the dog with her to safety.&lt;br /&gt;That's the last thing you get to know about him.&lt;br /&gt;So, my question is: What happened to the dog??? Especially since Matthew loved Wolfram so much, why don't they get back together at the end? Huh? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;And that got me thinking about the last chapter. Now, you have a scene where Grace and Matthew make love in the summerhouse. Wouldn't it have been better if Grace had just been, let's say, reading with Wolfram by her side? And Matthew walked in, and he and Wolfram had got reunited? And Grace could have been like: "Oh, how adorable! Of course I want to marry you! Come in my arms, you, yummie Matthew!"&lt;br /&gt;Or, thinking on it now,... why didn't she just give him the dog back once Matthew got free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just, when you have a 'set up', there has to be a 'pay off'. (Ask my teachers, they taught me that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I would've want my dog back, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll just mail Mrs. Campbell to ask her ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can (or want to), check these books out! They're really good.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are still a few books awaiting my greedy hands, so I'll try to put on some reviews in the following days. If I can, of course ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice evening!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-8864342198273587141?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8864342198273587141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=8864342198273587141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8864342198273587141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8864342198273587141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-spoiled.html' title='I&apos;m spoiled...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-1527090180153255786</id><published>2008-01-31T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:53:21.451+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 15</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a couple of weeks since the last TT here on Pervy... Well, I'll make things right today ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to post something about the similarities between the Dutch and English language for a long time. So here are a few &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt; words that look surprisingly the same ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R6IGhbpNZPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HmrEy8MwYt8/s1600-h/TT2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161695294346061042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R6IGhbpNZPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HmrEy8MwYt8/s320/TT2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bread = Brood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Door = Deur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cat = Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother = Moeder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish = Vis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book = Boek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House = Huis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moon = Maan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bath = Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss = Kus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand = Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed = Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ring = Ring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See?! Pretty cool, huh? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy TT to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others' comments. It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-1527090180153255786?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1527090180153255786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=1527090180153255786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1527090180153255786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1527090180153255786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-thirteen-15.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 15'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R6IGhbpNZPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HmrEy8MwYt8/s72-c/TT2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-7504866158556514626</id><published>2008-01-27T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:53:59.806+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo'/><title type='text'>The solo report...</title><content type='html'>Hello there ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know how it went? The mean-ass jury's comment? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Let's start with the beginning. There were about 70 solo's to be viewed. Yeah, that's a lot! Normally, mine would be showed on Monday, but when they put my dvd in the dvd player, it didn't work. So I had to wait 'till Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;The jury wasn't that mean. Actually, they were very friendly. They told you what was good, and what was bad about your work, so that calmed my nerves a bit ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me they liked my work! (Big YAY!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;They liked the 'photography', my images, the colors,...&lt;br /&gt;But, they had a few problems with the story; it was not very credible that a man would give everything up, they said, for just a fight with his girlfriend. I should have given him more depth. They also said my solo was a bit like a video/music clip, but that there weren't enough images, or scenes, for making it a real video clip.&lt;br /&gt;But, overall, they liked this first try ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they told us that they wouldn't give us high grades. At the end, there was only one guy (of the +/- 70 students) who got an A. One girl who got a B, 14 who got a C, 17 who got a D and 36 with an E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those grades actually mean here:&lt;br /&gt;* A= 14 ore more&lt;br /&gt;* B= 12 or 13&lt;br /&gt;* C= 10 or 11&lt;br /&gt;* D= 8 or 9&lt;br /&gt;* E= 7 or less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D or E means you've failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a C, whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's encouraging. But they expect you improve really hard too. For our second solo, which is planned for May, they want us to improve a lot! They told us that in the end, the ones who want to become a really good director all should earn an A. The ones who get less, usally don't get the chance (ever) to make a real movie, or find a job in this branche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, now I'm already working on my next solo. The theme here should be 'Passion'. The jury also told us that, for the next solo, they want us to show something about ourselves, reflected in our work. Our opinions about something, our visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do just that. A few years ago, I wrote a script. One of the best I've ever written, I guess. The story itself isn't about 'Passion', so that could be a problem, but it has a message, a problem you could say, which passionates me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a dog, who lives a great life with her owner. But then he gets married, the wife hates the dog, and he gives the dog less and less attention. Then the couple gets a child, and there's even less time for the dog. The man gets a promotion at work, they have to move. So does the dog.&lt;br /&gt;He takes her to a pet shelter, but the dog is so sad, she dies of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is 'Goldie' and I'm going to work on it together with a friend. She'll do the production, I'll do the directing ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find a dog who can act, eh ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when it's finished, I'll put it up here at Pervy's. If everything works out as we planned, we're shooting this film somewhere in March. So watch out then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-XXX-&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-7504866158556514626?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7504866158556514626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=7504866158556514626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7504866158556514626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7504866158556514626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/solo-report.html' title='The solo report...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-1103101908417544991</id><published>2008-01-18T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:22:03.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><title type='text'>I'm baaa-haaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been long, sooo very long, but finaly! The exams are O.V.E.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, my computer died, and now I'm using my sister's laptop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, sorry, sorry about being away for so long. Stien won't be back 'till February, since her exams are spread about more weeks than mine. Hereby, good luck Stien! I'm thinking about you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to thank you all for your friendly words about my Solo! Thanks guys! This Monday, it's D-day, and my Solo'll be judged in front of the whole class. Yaiks... Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To relax, I'm going shopping with my mom tomorrow ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I need new shoes (badly), and a few new clothes would be welcome too. Then we're going to look for a birthday present for my sister... So lovely there are sales this month ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh, I'm really hoping I can catch up with all of you. There's much reading to do, I'm sure :-D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at it in the next few days... so watch me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off. I feel a killer headache coming up. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-1103101908417544991?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1103101908417544991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=1103101908417544991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1103101908417544991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1103101908417544991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-baaa-haaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaa-haaaack!!!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-4615880326780376616</id><published>2008-01-02T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:39:16.191+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Finished!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done! Finished! Yaaaaaayyyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I'm so happy! My first Solo is done :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the shooting, in the afternoon. I edited everything afterwards. So it was finished in less than a few hours time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about it, though, is that I have now a week to fully concentrate on my exams. No more stressing about the Solo, no siree... Just quietly studying... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to try if I can get the Solo up for you guys to see... Please let me know what you think about it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I could use a little critique to prepare myself for that *mean-ass* jury at school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4e0b2839343e1fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4e0b2839343e1fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329962040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C4698F91C21E285D05452BD65B252896B31FC95.21DBAB14016007B878B2B91D869BF6661835EEDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4e0b2839343e1fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkWmxLmekoxepgcEI4NF9LtPl4Jc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4e0b2839343e1fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329962040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C4698F91C21E285D05452BD65B252896B31FC95.21DBAB14016007B878B2B91D869BF6661835EEDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4e0b2839343e1fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkWmxLmekoxepgcEI4NF9LtPl4Jc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, almost forgot, that song is from Regina Spektor. *She's a great singer*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me know ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-4615880326780376616?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f4e0b2839343e1fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4615880326780376616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=4615880326780376616&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4615880326780376616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4615880326780376616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/finished.html' title='Finished!!!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5624774345622216561</id><published>2007-12-31T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:35:39.956+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too much stress'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R3j4PCIazpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/go7rJ1qVSis/s1600-h/hny.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/hny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Picture from &lt;a href="http://www.uncookedland.com/"&gt;Uncooked&lt;/a&gt; *wink-wink* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are coming up, so aside from the normal holiday stress, I'm pretty much freaking out. There's just so much to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I have to have a project ready in a few days. This project is my first Solo.&lt;br /&gt;(This school year, we have to make 2 solo projects. They are rather important; we are getting rated on these things, blah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task for this first Solo is the same for each student: Man/Woman/Setting.&lt;br /&gt;You are judged on creativity, story/script, production and directing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm pretty much stressing about everything: My storyline seems poor, my storyboard sucks, I don't even know if my actors are going to do what I want them to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the meanwhile, there are still exams to be studied, holiday guests who are coming over...&lt;br /&gt;People's birthdays I shouldn't forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head seems to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, it doesn't really matter. I have everything prepared for the shooting, so I refuse to stress about that any longer. We'll just have to wait and see how it goes when the camera is rolling, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to do some studying now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the guests &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So... I wish everyone a very &lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year! Happy 2008!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;P.S: sorry about the whining! *oops*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5624774345622216561?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5624774345622216561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5624774345622216561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5624774345622216561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5624774345622216561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-8682977707070777818</id><published>2007-12-24T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:37:12.461+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a few computer problems lately. Everything seems to be fixed again, now, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's frustrating when you have a little Internet addiction... *lalalala* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, wow, it's Christmas Eve already! Yes, time goes by so quickly. It's our first Christmas in our new home. We've bought a very large Christmas tree, a fake one. But it looks really pretty. We just didn't want a real tree, since every time we buy one, it ends with the garbage instead of in our garden.&lt;br /&gt;The fake one wasn't that expensive, so there you go: no more money for a tree every year, and no more poor trees that get killed because of us ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also made a CD for my mom. Yes, 'made'. The newest Josh Groban, Noël. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yes, Christmas shopping always tends to get so very expensive, certainly for such a poor student like myself, so I just downloaded it. When you have no money, you have to be creative, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I printed the cover picture on a piece of paper, and voila! My mom has a brand new Josh Groban CD... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For myself, I've rediscovered those old Christmas songs from Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Elvis Presley. They're gorgeous. So I made a CD with those songs as well, hahaha ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now there's only one thing left to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you guys a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R2_e6Euly4I/AAAAAAAAALM/cKXOMkUV9lE/s1600-h/Merry+X-mas!.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R2_fKkuly5I/AAAAAAAAALU/Bed33ujiZsE/s1600-h/Merry+X-mas!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147578271858543506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R2_fKkuly5I/AAAAAAAAALU/Bed33ujiZsE/s320/Merry+X-mas!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Andi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Yes, I made that drawing ;-) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-8682977707070777818?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8682977707070777818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=8682977707070777818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8682977707070777818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8682977707070777818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R2_fKkuly5I/AAAAAAAAALU/Bed33ujiZsE/s72-c/Merry+X-mas!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-2209781871619180442</id><published>2007-12-13T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:24:14.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Time for another TT, number 14!</title><content type='html'>Well, last week, I completely forgot to write a TT entry... *whoopsie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I have a bit of free time today, I know what to do ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R2GTA5nqMLI/AAAAAAAAALE/sHvsZFuEtwE/s1600-h/thursdaybanner3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143553893110263986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R2GTA5nqMLI/AAAAAAAAALE/sHvsZFuEtwE/s320/thursdaybanner3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told you yet, but (since yesterday), I have an Algerian stalker. No really, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, he's got my number and now he's calling/text-messaging me quite often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking about 13 methods to get rid of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say I'm from the VB, a political party here in Flanders which tends towards extreme nationalism (and racism).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say I have a STD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or that my husband is released from prison next week. A really cute guy tattooed all over his body. BWAHAHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps I could say that I don't want a guy with the brains of a goldfish. Even a goldfish would be smarter than him! (believe me, that's true)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;From now on, I could eat garlic everyday, just in case...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or become terribly fat...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or let him smell my stinky shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could tell him I'm gay. Which of course isn't true, heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say I'm in a relationship with somebody else...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could let my cat attack him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or my sister's new boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could change my cell phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, what the hell, I'll just tell him to sod off. Voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others' comments. It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi ;-)&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-2209781871619180442?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2209781871619180442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=2209781871619180442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2209781871619180442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2209781871619180442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-for-another-tt-number-14.html' title='Time for another TT, number 14!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R2GTA5nqMLI/AAAAAAAAALE/sHvsZFuEtwE/s72-c/thursdaybanner3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-3148089038285677973</id><published>2007-12-11T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:14:43.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><title type='text'>*Ladidah* A question for you!</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know,... I should be doing my homework since it's a school night and such. But still, you know how it goes. There's always something better to do, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was google-ing a bit. We had a writing class today. One of the benefits of going to a film school is that you get in touch with a lot of 'famous' people. That is, 'famous' here in Belgium, hehehe... So I was searching if I could find something about that professor scenario writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is kinda' cute, really... *g*&lt;br /&gt;No, truly, he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always speaks so softly. I don't think he ever gets mad. And secretly, I think he's gay. I could be wrong, but then again, I could be right too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there I was, searching google-land for some form of live. And yes! I found his picture! *Wheeeee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I post it? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, what harm can it do? Here you go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R17d_pnqMKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2uwdSX0AzVE/s1600-h/psw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142791910077378722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R17d_pnqMKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2uwdSX0AzVE/s320/psw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, how old do you think he is? I swear, he is a perfect example of how I suck at guessing someone's age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I want to know is if I'm the only one... So come on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is my professor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-X-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-3148089038285677973?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3148089038285677973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=3148089038285677973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3148089038285677973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3148089038285677973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/ladidah.html' title='*Ladidah* A question for you!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R17d_pnqMKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2uwdSX0AzVE/s72-c/psw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-3636958460278558791</id><published>2007-12-10T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:54:05.218+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonja'/><title type='text'>Sonja, Belgian Chocolate and Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Hi, hello ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I seem to be so busy lately! I swear, school is eating my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it will be a week since Sonja's wedding. As soon as I can I'll post some pictures, 'cause she really was beautiful on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange to think she has a 'husband' now.... God, I mean, time flies! It really does, no kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;I feel old and young at the same time ...*sigh*... that strange duality, it twists my mind ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly larger scale then. We still don't have a government. And it's really getting time we got one. Remember that Thursday Thirteen post? Well, Leterme isn't "formateur" anymore(Don't know the English word here). He blew it yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Now we're depending on our former Premier, Verhofstadt, to save us from this mess. I wonder where that's going to lead us...&lt;br /&gt;And that with the Leterme-antics going on. That man keeps on making mistake after mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Leterme made a comparison between our French television station, the RTBF, and that radio station Mille Collines in Rwanda.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now everyone is mad at him. Which is very understandable.&lt;br /&gt;So now our country is coping with a dilemma: A transitional government or an emergency government...&lt;br /&gt;We'll see soon enough, I guess. I only hope they clean up this mess quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Christmas is almost there! *Wheeeee*&lt;br /&gt;Who has been Christmas shopping already? *I have - I have*&lt;br /&gt;I don't have everything just yet... I still have to see if I can find some small things, but otherwise I'm done :D&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks it's Christmas, so I have a little time left. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to share something with you guys. To bring you in the spirit of Christmas ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Ever wanted to see me dance? Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.scroogeyourself.com/?id=1284147277"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;One chance only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-3636958460278558791?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3636958460278558791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=3636958460278558791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3636958460278558791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3636958460278558791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/sonja-belgian-chocolate-and-christmas.html' title='Sonja, Belgian Chocolate and Christmas!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-751725980885612338</id><published>2007-11-29T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:26:00.836+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pervy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 13</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday Thirteen again! And I was thinking... perhaps this week, Pervy Blog should live up to its name. Hahaha... So, perhaps, I should just show you 13 pictures of naked men... *And if I just could remember where I found them all*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we goooooo.... 13 men to look at (no touching :-P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean naked as in *really really really really, very naked* , so you've been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R07Zh-GJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0czTJXRf4Ng/s1600-h/thursdaybanner14.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138283402504039426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R07Zh-GJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0czTJXRf4Ng/s320/thursdaybanner14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R07aAOGJ7BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SoNd5MvWKpo/s1600-h/man110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138283922195082258" style="FLOAT: left; 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Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-751725980885612338?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/751725980885612338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=751725980885612338&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/751725980885612338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/751725980885612338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-thirteen-13.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 13'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R07Zh-GJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0czTJXRf4Ng/s72-c/thursdaybanner14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-673791057549333556</id><published>2007-11-28T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:10:05.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonja'/><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am... Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a day off from school, so I'm using my time now to talk to you guys. Isn't that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else's sweet too? You'll never guess it. Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, I say!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA.... *Andi going maniacal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll tell... Only because you are giving me those odd looks. Stop staring at me as if you're thinking I'm wacko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's the news now, you're wondering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonja's getting married! MARRIED! ....Sonja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December the 4th is D-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the girl is batshit crazy... I mean, she's still so young (turning 21 on December 12) and marriage is so, uhm, binding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for her, though. She seems really happy and very much in love. It's just a pity she's not going for the 'fairy tale wedding' like she always wanted. Instead, she's going to have a simple wedding. I even had to convince her to buy a weddingdress, can you imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me think about what I want, if I'm ever getting married. I think I may perhaps be a bit influenced by Disney, ha ha! Because I wouldn't want anything different than a fairy tale wedding... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm sentimental in that way. But I'm picturing a fabulous dress, a perfect bridesgroom, white horses, church bells ringing (although I'm not really a religious type), all my family and friends, and lots of flowers... cake and guests, dance and music... candlelight and stars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't Disney, I don't know what is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Sonja, Stien and I used to talk to each other about how we pictured our weddingday... Perhaps Sonja just changed her mind, and decided she doesn't want to fuss about all those silly little things. To keep it simple and 'real'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help to feel a bit sad, heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, she asked me to be the maid of honor. Of course I accepted. But then she went and bought herself a weddingdress, without me (or anyone else) to accompany her. That's just taking all the fun away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, in a couple of days, Sonja is a married woman. And I'm still feeling like a little girl inside... afraid to grow up... and getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the two of them. Don't you think they look a bit like a Romance Novel Clinch Cover?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it a little more than a year ago, (you know, at that party in Morocco? Yes, that's that plastic grass I told you about!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R01XCOGJ6_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DdPD6G_kuSw/s1600-h/sonja+en+zak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137858445554871282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R01XCOGJ6_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DdPD6G_kuSw/s320/sonja+en+zak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing their wedding pictures, by the way... So I'll see if I can sneak some pic from D-day to show you guys ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go... Still so many things to do, and so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;br /&gt;Andi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-673791057549333556?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/673791057549333556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=673791057549333556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/673791057549333556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/673791057549333556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R01XCOGJ6_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DdPD6G_kuSw/s72-c/sonja+en+zak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-2456864931311498803</id><published>2007-11-21T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:35:17.336+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 12</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry we've been away quite a while. There were so many things to do, my god... really. But we're back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could already read about Stien's snack-problems and now I'm here with this week's TT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to do this one a bit earlier, because tomorrow (Thursday) will be a busy, busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, 'cause here we are with our late Wednesday night's TT, hee hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R0STCuGJ6-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xGWrO9aUewk/s1600-h/thursdaybanner.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135391150052076514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R0STCuGJ6-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xGWrO9aUewk/s320/thursdaybanner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Msn conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vrouwe Amantia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He gave an example of a duel, 2 men fighting about a woman…&lt;br /&gt;And he said: "yes people… *cough* … I mean a REAL duel, heh… like REAL men fought them… because now, gosh, *sigh*… it is…it is…pffff *grumble*….&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, not like you lot, lying sprawled on the couch in front of the television, crying and whining: 'ooohh nooooooos, now that other guy took my girlfriend to the movies… *whine whine whine*'&lt;br /&gt;No, REAL men used to say: HIM OR ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bwahahahaha, where is that guy???!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aaaaaaaah....now I’m jealous!&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who says stuff like that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Perhaps I should just buy myself a talking Action Man figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vrouwe Amantia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I can picture that already:&lt;br /&gt;“you will pay dr X”&lt;br /&gt;And then you: “say my name bitch”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh. my. god. Earlier.....&lt;br /&gt;A guy tried to “seduce” me&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vrouwe Amantia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He was a dirtbag, I take it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No, he wasn’t really gross, more like the ‘dumb idiot’ type,&lt;br /&gt;You know, the type with the brains of a goldfish&lt;br /&gt;*Andi quickly runs away…*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thank god I know there still are some guys interested in me, now,…&lt;br /&gt;If not, I might’ve tought I was a completely lost cause…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vrouwe Amantia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yez one day some stupid noob will make you perfectly happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wahahaha, at least, then, I’d know who’d be the most intelligent of us… :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andi zegt: меня зовут Andi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You know what? We should put one of these msn conversations on our blog, someday. Whatcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vrouwe Amantia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yeah right! Translate it in English!&lt;br /&gt;You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow: 13 lines from our msn conversation :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy TT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi &amp;amp; Stien :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-2456864931311498803?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2456864931311498803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=2456864931311498803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2456864931311498803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2456864931311498803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-thirteen-12.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 12'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/R0STCuGJ6-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xGWrO9aUewk/s72-c/thursdaybanner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-9163928133927254570</id><published>2007-11-21T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:38:13.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>Howdy girlz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how some people (mostly women) get these cravings after they have had dinner? Well, I'm the president of that club!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week I was prepared. I bought fruit and not just an apple or two, nope! my whole fridge was stomped full with different types of fruit...but euhm...guess what....it's all gone!!!! all of it!!! guess where it went!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate it all... in 3 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm left with an empty stomach. I've got potatoes, chicken,...things that make a propper dinner... but absolutly nothing to snack. OMG! so hungry!!! I don't even have any junkfood......Must not go to 24h shop.....must resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all I wanted to share today!&lt;br /&gt;bon apétit!&lt;br /&gt;Stien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohw..right.... any of you girls know where to get a good guy these days? I need one...really miss having someone to pick on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetz&lt;br /&gt;Stien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-9163928133927254570?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9163928133927254570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=9163928133927254570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/9163928133927254570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/9163928133927254570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5082767976918984340</id><published>2007-11-11T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:45:11.144+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Wow... you'll never guess what I did last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up, all night... reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oink*.... See?! I told you you'd never guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about midnight when I went to bed, but I didn't feel like sleeping yet. Soooo, I grabbed a book and told myself that I'd just read one chapter. One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up reading the whole damn book. When I finally closed it, I saw it was 7:15 in the morning, and it was already getting lighter outside. So, uhm, yeah, I stayed up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing was, I wasn't tired at all. I had to make myself go to sleep, saying to myself what an idiot I was for staying up so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that was actually the second night in my life I didn't sleep through. The first time was, when I was on vacation with Sonja, in Morocco. There was a wedding party going on (Sonja's sister-in-law was getting married). And we partied along. Sonja and I were dressed up like real princesses, in satin and silks. That really was the best part! Earlier that evening we'd been to the hairdresser. Which wasn't, by the way, like anything we'd ever seen before. Certainly not like the fancy salons here in Belgium. No, it was more like a crappy, too crowded, little room. At first, I didn't dare to sit down, afraid the chair might break. I had little confidence in the woman who was to do our hair. But that changed quickly. I saw her working on Sonja's hair, and well... It was like seeing a miracle happen. That woman had magic in her hands, for sure! I couldn't wait for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, when it was my turn, I asked if she could do my hair like a regency lady. That had been a dream of mine for so long, I couldn't resist. At first, she didn't understand a thing I was saying. It probably sounded weird in her ears, because she looked at me as if I was a complete idiot. But I managed to explain it, with the help of Sonja (her French is much better than mine) and her sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I got my regency hairdo. Man, it was soooooooooooooooo cool! It really was... *sigh* And it felt wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we arrived at the villa the family had rented. At first, Sonja and I felt very much out of place. We sat with the women, and they all spoke Arabian. Probably gossiping as much as they could about us. But as the evening passed on, we began to have fun. Dancing in the main room, chatting on the terras, near the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even danced with a real gentleman. Outside, on the grass made of plastic, (Yeah, you figure that, the grass wasn't real, *oink*) he asked me to dance with him. Moroccan style, that is, *grin*. I thought I looked like an idiot, dancing like that. But he said I did a great job, hehe. When the dance was over, he thanked me for dancing with him, and I (stupid goose) couldn't suppress the urge to curtsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we knew, it was 5 in the morning. One second it was dark outside, I returned to the villa, and when I looked throught the window: poof! The sun was there. I swear, I've never seen the sun come up this quickly! (As if they'd just switched the light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know about the two times I stayed up all night. Pretty (not) impressive, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzcSCCdZTXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jh1wit60_Mg/s1600-h/Andi+in+Marokko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131590126641171826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzcSCCdZTXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jh1wit60_Mg/s320/Andi+in+Marokko.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5082767976918984340?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5082767976918984340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5082767976918984340&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5082767976918984340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5082767976918984340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzcSCCdZTXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jh1wit60_Mg/s72-c/Andi+in+Marokko.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-6556937553010541887</id><published>2007-11-08T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:56:08.765+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 11</title><content type='html'>Ok, let's talk politics this time. Perhaps you guys have heard something about the situation here in Belgium? Well, let's see if we can find 13 things to rant about ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNgCydZTTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/83iDKyzKNTg/s1600-h/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130550001526197554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNgCydZTTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/83iDKyzKNTg/s320/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNw4idZTWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jwg1Dc7KQuw/s1600-h/Taalgrens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130568517130210658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNw4idZTWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jwg1Dc7KQuw/s320/Taalgrens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNgCydZTTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/83iDKyzKNTg/s1600-h/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNgCydZTTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/83iDKyzKNTg/s1600-h/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNgCydZTTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/83iDKyzKNTg/s1600-h/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First of all, Leterme, the guy who won the elections in June 2007 (and who is now going for the position of prime minister), is a complete &lt;strong&gt;Moron&lt;/strong&gt; (with a capital M).&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Stien&lt;/strong&gt;: but I guess you americans know about morons in politics, whehehe).&lt;br /&gt;I, Andi, said, before the elections, that I didn't want him to win. I practically prayed he wouldn't win. Not my luck, I guess, because in the news on television, everyone was soon saying he would become our new prime minister. Gah, why do they never listen to me, eh? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;So now, Leterme had to "lead" our country, *snort*. You just cannot believe how many times he screwed up, from July 'till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(see map above) You have, let's say, 3 main parts in Belgium: the Flemish part (that's us), the French part, and Brussels. We, the Flemish, are the upper, red, part. Brussels is that tiny blue spot, and the french speaking people are in the light green area. The dark green area are the german speaking people. Now there's a conflict between the french and flemish. It's very complicated, and even we don't know all there is to it. But now there are some flemish guys who want to separate the two halfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before the elections, we had what we called a purple government (that means: the red socialists + the blue liberals). With the elections, it showed that the people wanted it different. The flemish mainly chose for Leterme's orange party (which wants a reformation of the state very much), the french speaking people chose for their blue, liberal party (which doesn't want a reformation). That means, simply put, conflict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was Leterme's job to guide everything. To search for compromises. He blew it. The king called him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leterme got back, after some other people tried to get the flemish and french speaking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The main conflict is actually BHV. Or, Brussel-Halle-Vilvoorde. Halle-Vilvoorde is an area around Brussels. Basically, it's located on flemish ground. But because of the bilangual statute of Brussels, frenchspeaking politicians can also be chosen in that area. And just &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;fact is a pain in the ass for some flemish politicians. So, where it all comes down to, is that the Flemish want to separate Brussel-Halle-Vilvoorde, and the French don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was Leterme's job to search for a compromise. He blew it, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Flemish politicians threatened to vote for a seperation of BHV, without the French, if the French wouldn't cooperate and/or search for a compromise. The French said: "If they are really going to vote for a separation, we pull the plug from the negotiations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday, the Flemish politicians actually voted. Before the voting took place, all the French politicians left the room to show their protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's not all of it. Now, the French can still stop the whole separation by pulling all kinds of tricks in the parliament. That means, at least for 60 days now, the separation of BHV is put aside. 60 Days, untill the whole matter is brought to parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The king spoke with Leterme today. The king wants Leterme to form a government, and quick. But, let's be honest... who's he kiddin'? Leterme is a ninny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And in the end, who was right? Yep, me. I am so glad I didn't vote for Leterme. What a freakshow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried to explain everything as clear as possible. I hope we made the situation here in Belgium a bit clear ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Andi &amp;amp; Stien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-6556937553010541887?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6556937553010541887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=6556937553010541887&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6556937553010541887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6556937553010541887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-thirteen-11.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 11'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RzNgCydZTTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/83iDKyzKNTg/s72-c/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-8834525556643687374</id><published>2007-11-07T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:32:33.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The documentary is finished!</title><content type='html'>Wow... I really got up late this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... this afternoon, more likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when I don't have to go to school, I wake up rather early. Let's say, about 8.30 - 9.00. But today? Wow... It was 12.54 when I woke up. I'm shocked! Luckily my mom wasn't home. She left me a note on the table saying she went out to do some shopping and visiting a friend for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I had just shoved a bowl of cereals in, when she got back. I said hi, we talked a bit and then she asked when I got up. Hahaha... I was too ashamed to admit it had been just 15 minutes, so I mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went upstairs to work a bit on my documentary. It's finished now, but I have some mixed feelings about it. Perhaps the music is a bit too sentimental, I really don't like my face (ugh!) and in the end, it isn't really a documentary in the strict sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;But, then again, I like how my family and friends are portrayed ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? I'll post it at the end of this entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with working on the docu, I hadn't much time for Nano. Oopsie. But I'll make it up by writing this evening. Wheeee :D&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm still stuck on 3.134 words... I know it's not much... and I really have no clue how I'll ever reach the 50.000. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to keep on writing, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Docuandi.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="243" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_Docuandi.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: uploading this video was a real pain in the ass... Gah. I had to use Photobucket, but that means the quality is bad... I hope you don't mind ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-8834525556643687374?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8834525556643687374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=8834525556643687374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8834525556643687374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8834525556643687374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/documentary-is-finished.html' title='The documentary is finished!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-2589203214574120640</id><published>2007-11-04T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:50:37.698+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><title type='text'>A piece of Nano...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just working on my Nano project this morning, when I remembered that Frigga asked if I would post something of it here. So I looked if there was something that might interest you guys. I don't know if it's any good, though. I had to translate everything from Dutch to English. And yes, I know I write in English here on Pervy, but it's a whole lot different to write fiction in English too. (And yes, I know I still make a lot of mistakes I'm not aware of :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cut me some slack ;-) and enjoy my horrible scribblings, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaw's mouth curled up in a mocking smile. He saw how uncomfortably she felt on her feet, sunk in the soft moquette. He saw how her hands moved nervously. She didn’t know what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly she looked right at him and Shaw seemed to freeze on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled the same smile that had become his trade mark, and raised her chin. Shaw’s eyes changed to warning slits and his mouth became a tight line.&lt;br /&gt;She noticed nothing of it, and even if she did, she didn’t give a damn. She continued to look at him and stepped slowly towards him. Shaw tried to halt her with his gaze, but that did not seem to bother her at all. She still approached.&lt;br /&gt;She stopped right in front of him. A couple of seconds, neither spoke. Both remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;Shaw refused to give in. He resembled a statue, leaning against his table and unwilling to move even a centimeter. Miss Parker stood right in front of him, and she too, refused to give in and withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;They continued to stare at each other. Tension filled the air with a warm glow.&lt;br /&gt;Then, her smile changed, evolved to something more. It broke through completely. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and Shaw could do nothing else but swallow and stare back at her. She seemed to know that this victory belonged to her.&lt;br /&gt;Yet Shaw remained perfectly still. And as said, he resembled a statue, with his cold, tight, and by a lot of people probably described as deadly, expression. But Miss Parker smiled as if she knew something about him. A secret, a certain knowledge. She seemed to want to play with him, very much like how a cat plays with a mouse. Shaw could easily picture her with pointy ears and a tail. He almost laughed, but in place of that, he lifted his eyebrow and looked at her askingly. She seemed to want something from him, but what?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she shoved her hand right under his nose.&lt;br /&gt;“You have a deal, My Lord. From now on, I will be your new house keeper.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow god, now I'm ashamed... Blaaaah ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-2589203214574120640?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2589203214574120640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=2589203214574120640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2589203214574120640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2589203214574120640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/piece-of-nano.html' title='A piece of Nano...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-1846689245231059574</id><published>2007-11-03T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:26:46.427+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>What classic movie are you?</title><content type='html'>I was visiting &lt;a href="http://anyapples.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frigga&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, and when I saw her newest post, I decided I had to take that quiz too!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wheeeee, I wanted to know what movie I am. Turns out I'm an 'eeeeasy riderrr'. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;See what it says? I just want to be calm, cool and comfortable. Yeah baby, you got that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, I went to shoot my documentary assignment for school today. Don't know how that's going to turn out. I'll have to see, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So now, for the rest of my day, I'm going to divide my time between editing the documentary and writing on my Nano project. I have 2.415 words, btw.&lt;br /&gt;Only 47.585 words to go.... *whee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-1846689245231059574?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1846689245231059574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=1846689245231059574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1846689245231059574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1846689245231059574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-classic-movie-are-you.html' title='What classic movie are you?'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-4809250160976066720</id><published>2007-10-31T21:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:22:04.818+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>I have a title for my NaNoWriMo project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the winner is.......:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Ryjr5YXnvjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/G6yRplwDKU8/s1600-h/perception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127607546787905074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Ryjr5YXnvjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/G6yRplwDKU8/s320/perception.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would fit perfectly with my story, since it's all about perception.&lt;br /&gt;About how my (Anti) Hero sees the world. And about how others see the Hero. Ok, I admit, this is not very romantic looking. And yes, it's still going to be a romance story, although I would rather call it a Dark Romance (Muahahahaaaa!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Ryjs6oXnvkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AuzHle7NFJY/s1600-h/asisee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127608667774369346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="252" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Ryjs6oXnvkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AuzHle7NFJY/s320/asisee1.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of a pretty name for him too, he he he. He's now named Illias Shaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;--- This is him, here. See?! He has that 'evil' look, oh yeah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Heroine has the lovely name Rebecca (or Becca for short) Parker. Don't have a picture of her yet, but that'll come. Don't worry ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow it's the 1st. Exciting! :-D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Ooops, I forgot to mention a Happy Halloween to you all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Happy Halloween!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-4809250160976066720?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4809250160976066720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=4809250160976066720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4809250160976066720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4809250160976066720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Ryjr5YXnvjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/G6yRplwDKU8/s72-c/perception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-6199200149645033344</id><published>2007-10-28T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:24:06.753+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of participating with &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; this year. I discovered it last year, mid November. I didn't participate then, not enough time, but I guess I'll take my chance this year. It seems like a lot of fun, trying to write a book. And since I always wanted to do that, I guess this is my moment, eh? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, deciding to do Nano this year means I had to make a few choices. I won't be writing in English. If I ever want to reach that 50K in a month's time, I think I'll have to stick with my Dutch.&lt;br /&gt;Also, over the last few years, I worked and plotted out about 4 stories. All historical romances. For this Nano, I want to write a historical too, but not one of my 4 pet projects. I'm afraid to touch them, and/or perhaps to ruin them, hahaha... So I had to think out a whole new idea. I did that last week. I'm not sure what to think of it yet. I have my plot outlined already, but I don't know if I even like my characters.&lt;br /&gt;The story itself is OK, I guess. But those characters! I seriously doubt it if my 'hero' could be considered as hero material.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I confess. My other 4 projects are rather unusual too. I always had and will have a liking for unusual romances. But this time?...&lt;br /&gt;Wow, things are strange, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hero with a Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He's a killer and has a total lac of morals. My heroine is a golddigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have my plot line. Hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should just go with the flow, and simply write this Nano project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-6199200149645033344?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6199200149645033344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=6199200149645033344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6199200149645033344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6199200149645033344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-870222024491430227</id><published>2007-10-25T20:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:18:50.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 10</title><content type='html'>OMG, I just noticed a (big) mistake! Well, perhaps not that bad, but still. It took me 10 weeks before seeing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks, that's a looooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only today I found out we've been writing Thursday Thirteen wrong from the start. We wrote Thirsday.... d'oh! *dumbass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I'm a bit late today. I had school and that kept me from writing here ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about this TT's theme all day long. Untill a few seconds ago, I had no clue what to do. But then something tickled my mind. You all know how fond I am of using smileys. Well... Let's talk about my favorite smileys/emoticons today. Or the ones I use the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDq41e1DeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LBvLlY0UnLA/s1600-h/T13%20flower%20border1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125354638097583586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDq41e1DeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LBvLlY0UnLA/s320/T13%2520flower%2520border1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDrFle1DfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_vFgZ1zyfZM/s1600-h/1tand.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDrFle1DfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_vFgZ1zyfZM/s1600-h/1tand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125354857140915698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDrFle1DfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_vFgZ1zyfZM/s320/1tand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is '1 tooth' or '1tand' in Dutch. It's my most used smiley. I just love it. It's funny and very much me. It suits almost every occasion, hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDsfFe1DgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_6_xlbdzhFU/s1600-h/hubbahubba.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125356394739207682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDsfFe1DgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_6_xlbdzhFU/s320/hubbahubba.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one then, is close to '1tand'. Every time I see it, I imagine it making sounds like: 'har-har-har'. Much like a sea captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDuCle1DhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mgYoYztl2tA/s1600-h/;-).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125358104136191506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDuCle1DhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mgYoYztl2tA/s320/%3B-).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone knows this one. I use it a lot. Well, it makes me feel like a cheery person, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDvAFe1DiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fX99OwzI2YA/s1600-h/-p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125359160698146338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDvAFe1DiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fX99OwzI2YA/s320/-p.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a well known smiley as well. Same story here, it's cheery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDv3Fe1DjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bKHksXQvdg4/s1600-h/-$.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125360105590951474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDv3Fe1DjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bKHksXQvdg4/s320/-%24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, I use when I'm ashamed. Mostly, there is always an *oops* that follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDwdle1DkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F8kU3Qpegqo/s1600-h/hmmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125360767015915074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDwdle1DkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F8kU3Qpegqo/s320/hmmm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to use this when I'm thinking about something. It's my 'hmmmm' smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDxW1e1DlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AZgLvpG1ebM/s1600-h/shock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125361750563425874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDxW1e1DlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AZgLvpG1ebM/s320/shock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one I use when I'm 'in shock'. Mostly when I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDx91e1DmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D16XrsvxTww/s1600-h/happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125362420578324066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDx91e1DmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D16XrsvxTww/s320/happy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the most common in whole smiley-land, everyone knows it. So of course I'm bound to use it a lot, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDysle1DnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gQLmOUuvUnc/s1600-h/drool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125363223737208434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDysle1DnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gQLmOUuvUnc/s320/drool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drooling. Hahaha, this one can be used when discussing boys and/or cake. It's used frequently on this computer ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDz11e1DpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DW3sYqIU4WM/s1600-h/rolleye11.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125364482162626194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDz11e1DpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DW3sYqIU4WM/s320/rolleye11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehehe, this is a fun one too. The one I use when trying to act innocent... Bwahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD0lVe1DrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MksIdf9ybPE/s1600-h/rlp_smilie_003.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125365298206412466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD0lVe1DrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MksIdf9ybPE/s320/rlp_smilie_003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I'm in an 'evil' mood. Simply put, that's the one I use when I'm acting like a complete bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD131e1DsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5-_iKhb4-xM/s1600-h/2210.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125366715545620162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD131e1DsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5-_iKhb4-xM/s320/2210.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The naughty one. Does this need any explanation? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD2lFe1DtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LW-0jYQ8IXw/s1600-h/cheerleader.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125367492934700754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD2lFe1DtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LW-0jYQ8IXw/s320/cheerleader.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yay-one, I use it when there's something to celebrate, woohoo!&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a bonus, just for the fun of it (I found it somewhere on a Gerard Butler fan site board) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD2-Fe1DuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/caWyR9pNNhs/s1600-h/bsigns108.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125367922431430370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyD2-Fe1DuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/caWyR9pNNhs/s320/bsigns108.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDwdle1DkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F8kU3Qpegqo/s1600-h/hmmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, long live Gerry Butler? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy TT to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDwdle1DkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/F8kU3Qpegqo/s1600-h/hmmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-870222024491430227?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/870222024491430227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=870222024491430227&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/870222024491430227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/870222024491430227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-thirteen-9.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 10'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RyDq41e1DeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LBvLlY0UnLA/s72-c/T13%2520flower%2520border1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-3596931454303224032</id><published>2007-10-23T21:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:12:46.118+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><title type='text'>Woohooo! Party! 21!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's her birthday, it's her birthday. Put your hands in the air, it's her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes peeps, Stien is now officially a grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snort* Yeah right... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Sonja and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0966.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Leuven today, to bring Stien all the best wishes in the world. And of course, we brought presents too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fan, a purple one. Showing here, together with Stien:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a game called: The badass girl's guide to poker, all you need to beat the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rx5Qv1bDaaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UCzscFPfdqw/s1600-h/310W1NG5NKL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124622208718825890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rx5Qv1bDaaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UCzscFPfdqw/s320/310W1NG5NKL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh... Looks good, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we didn't actually play it (yet), but we will!... Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0975.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping (Stien bought a gorgeous pink sweater), and afterwards, Stien cooked dinner. She made thai noodles, which were very, very hot, and left me with a burning mouth! *Hot-hot-hot*&lt;br /&gt;But except from that minor detail, it was quite tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to go back home :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say now is: Stien, sweety, I hope you had a wonderful day! Kisses and more Birthday Wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0982.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Son and Andi :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-3596931454303224032?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3596931454303224032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=3596931454303224032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3596931454303224032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3596931454303224032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/woohooo-party.html' title='Woohooo! Party! 21!!!!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rx5Qv1bDaaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UCzscFPfdqw/s72-c/310W1NG5NKL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-709035610554748167</id><published>2007-10-18T10:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:01:06.589+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 9...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, 9 already. We keep it going, hahaha :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about doing something with the theme 'birthdays', since Stien's is quickly approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RxccrFbDaYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sreKKwLNF0Q/s1600-h/thursdaybanner12.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122594627672828290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RxccrFbDaYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sreKKwLNF0Q/s320/thursdaybanner12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Happy Birthday Wishes for Stien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First of all, I wish Stien a Happy, Happy Birthday! The very best there can be!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then, there are these 2 who want to wish Stien a Happy Birthday too: &lt;a href="http://www.hoopsandyoyo.co.uk/pages/ecards.php?code=16&amp;amp;action=view&amp;amp;history=new"&gt;take a look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And aaaah, another one! They are so great! &lt;a href="http://www.hoopsandyoyo.co.uk/pages/ecards.php?code=11&amp;amp;action=view&amp;amp;history=2"&gt;These two, yeah!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaah, I just love Hoops &amp;amp; Yoyo. I want to be Yoyo, the green one. Stien can be the pink one, Hoops. Hehehe *giggle*... They are just too cute to be true... Like Stien. She's so cute, I want to eat her. I mean, I want to eat her birthday cake. Yeah,... the cake, that's right! Hehehe, cake! That's my 4th wish. I wish her (and me) lot's of birthday cake. Yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then, there's this card I want to give to Stien: &lt;a href="http://uncookedlandthestore.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=100&amp;amp;osCsid=4ce3c5c9e05f1a2c0c81cc901d5a4573"&gt;Hihihihihi...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or perhaps this one, &lt;a href="http://uncookedlandthestore.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4&amp;amp;osCsid=4ce3c5c9e05f1a2c0c81cc901d5a4573"&gt;I can't choose...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just love &lt;a href="http://www.uncookedland.com/home.html"&gt;uncooked land&lt;/a&gt;. These cards are great! Rude, but great. I'm sure Stien share's this humour with me. That's why I love her so much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's why I want to show her this one: &lt;a href="http://www.sendacard.com/files/sacbirthh005.gif"&gt;See?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is a bit of &lt;a href="http://xs2.xoospace.com/myspace/graphics/14642.jpg"&gt;peptalk&lt;/a&gt;. I especially agree with the 'D'... and the 'Y'... and the 'B'... and....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This one is just good for a great laugh: have a go: &lt;a href="http://home.sport.rr.com/mciaravino1/HappyBirthdayMan3.jpg"&gt;Hahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And, you know how much I like cake and parties. Well, Stien, I guess your party will look like &lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/041115/041115_spongebob_hmed_11a.hmedium.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. If you invite me, that is... (I have quite a reputation when it comes to eating. I always tend to get messy. Don't know why that is though...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wahahaha, I really don't know why/where I keep finding this stuff. But it's hilarious! &lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m242/pimpingyourspace/Myspace_Comments/Birthday_Comments/images/happy-birthday-g.gif"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but not least... I love you hunni, and wish you can have the very best 21st birthday there is! I'll see you on your special day! ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-709035610554748167?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/709035610554748167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=709035610554748167&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/709035610554748167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/709035610554748167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thirsday-thirteen-9.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 9...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RxccrFbDaYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sreKKwLNF0Q/s72-c/thursdaybanner12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-7300924464643257171</id><published>2007-10-17T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:24:26.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm not feeling so horrible anymore. My mom and I had a little talk and everything was cleared. Except my sister who acts like a real brat almost every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days, it's Stien's birthday. I'm preparing some surpises for her, but shhhhhhhhhhhtt, don't tell her that ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday is the 23rd, so I have a couple more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been rather quiet, but it allowed me a bit to relax. Tomorrow I have a school day. The first of this week. I know, it's strange, but I guess that's school life after high school, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some more reviews for you, let's say, this weekend. And of course, a TT tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you then,&lt;br /&gt;Andi ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-7300924464643257171?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7300924464643257171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=7300924464643257171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7300924464643257171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7300924464643257171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-875644193061003121</id><published>2007-10-14T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:07:47.449+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><title type='text'>Feeling like shit...</title><content type='html'>I thought I hadn't anything to say today. But here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so good today. Don't know what it is. Perhaps I'm getting sick or something like that. All I know is that I don't feel 100%, that I didn't do much today, except for curling up on the couch with a book. Even my mom noticed. She had a party to go to. Some sort of class reunion. She asked me to do her hair.&lt;br /&gt;I did, it looked rather nice, but she kept fussing about it why I did it 'that way'... *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was grumpy today. I helped her looking for a purse that matched her outfit. She was in my sister's room, looking into the closet for a purse, when I entered. Feeling already grumpy, I got pissed when I saw something shiny on a shelf, she quickly shut the closet door and she gave me a guilty look.&lt;br /&gt;"What was that?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the closet door open and guess what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;You know, after that episode, when I had come home to find all that candy in the cupboards, my mom hid it the next day. Really childish to do, but I guess she didn't want to 'tempt' me. *Come on, please!*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't go looking for it or anything. I just forgot about it. Untill today, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I opened that door, and saw all those cookies lying there. And Milky Ways, and candy... In my sister's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that hurt. Big time. Now I just feel like crying. It's like they treat me like some fatty, who has to be protected from the evil chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hated that guilty look on my mom's face, and how she tried to make a save on the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want a Milky Way?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you," I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a couple of hours later, my sister is back home (she was with a friend today), and I'm sitting here. I didn't speak much today. And now my sister is asking all these annoying questions. Why I am so silent, why I don't come downstairs,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't like talking much when I'm in a mood like this. Perhaps it will go better tomorrow. I don't know. Maybe I just have to sleep over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-X-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-875644193061003121?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/875644193061003121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=875644193061003121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/875644193061003121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/875644193061003121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-like-shit.html' title='Feeling like shit...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5143992811607817976</id><published>2007-10-11T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:01:20.795+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 8...</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;a href="http://www.boekenfestijn.com/en/index.html"&gt;'Het Boekenfestijn'&lt;/a&gt; today. That's a book festival, somewhat like a travelling book fair. The best thing about it, is that the books are really, really cheap! Like, let's say, a dollar for a book, if you are lucky. I bought 13 items today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rw5f7FbDaXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZgsPe6gpox8/s1600-h/ttbanner4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120135295039400306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rw5f7FbDaXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZgsPe6gpox8/s320/ttbanner4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13 books I bought today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emma Brown, A novel from the unfinished manuscript by Charlotte Brontë, by Clare Boylan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Legend of Holly Claus, by Brittney Ryan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Scarlet Pimpernel, by Baroness Emmuska Orczy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I had you, by Lynn Kurland.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lady in Question, by Judith Laik.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The House Party, by Jeanne Savery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Duchess' Lover, by Julie Beard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Seduction of Sarah, by Cynthia Clement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chase, by Cheryl Sawyer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Beauty, by Anna Sewell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Het karakter van katten, by Stephen Budainsky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CatTITUDE, the feline guide to being fabulous, by Kim Levin and Christine Montaquila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am puppy, hear me yap. The ages of dog, by V. Shaff and R. Blount Jr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voila,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5143992811607817976?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5143992811607817976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5143992811607817976&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5143992811607817976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5143992811607817976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thirsday-thirteen-8.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 8...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rw5f7FbDaXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZgsPe6gpox8/s72-c/ttbanner4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-9146496940907002116</id><published>2007-10-11T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:18:40.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, haven't been blogging for a while. It has been hectical around here, first weeks of university requiered some adapment from me. I'm also having trouble with the internet connection provided by my school.&lt;br /&gt;Andi and I had our get together this week, our friend Sonja came along aswell. I was very pleased to see the both of them. Altough I made some new friends here quickly, seeing Andi was like being home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all: Andi, there is no need to be jealous :D I made friends but none of them are as cool as you :D I don't have a boyfriend either, not even close to one. Not even a skinny nerdkid in a fancy shirt that is too big!&lt;br /&gt;Some girls here made it their mission to get me a boyfriend before newyear's eve. Good luck girls! Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, living in Leuven (the city where I study) is just a little different from life in our village. For starters, it is NEVER, and I mean NEVER...quiet around ere. Every day, around the hour there are loads of college kids walking to class. Every night the same kids walk the streets to find the nearest party or bar. It took some getting used to, but now I usually sleep the whole night through. That if ofcourse, if I am not one of those kids in search for a bar.&lt;br /&gt;Like last night. The bar across the street was having "cocktail night"...cocktails were at 1.5 euro :D... As you can see living in Leuven has it's advantages as well :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shalalala...I am running out of things to say, and I kinda still need to read a chapter from the book before the next class starts (hurray!). Oh lord! I don't feel like going to class! We do have a cute professor for it. Helas! I don't mean cute in a hunky way! My prof is a guy that looks like the kind grandpa from candy commercials. You just wanna give him a hug or pinch his cheeks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Anywhooooo...Islamic studies here I come... *Stien signing off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to Andi: your sister might just be a little more skinny and she is a very pretty girl...but euhm... she is not as pretty as you :$ (she will probably hate me for saying so :p but aaaaahhh we all die...some day :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to all of you: I'm really sorry for spelling mistakes, could not find the time to read the text over. I will correct it afterwards so please ignore mistakes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STIEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-9146496940907002116?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9146496940907002116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=9146496940907002116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/9146496940907002116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/9146496940907002116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-4146182988654361231</id><published>2007-10-09T16:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:14:15.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><title type='text'>I hate it when my mom goes shopping!</title><content type='html'>One of my mom's favorite lines, concerning me, usually sounds something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Andi, perhaps you should lose some weight?"&lt;br /&gt;Always great to hear, heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess it could be true... sometimes. I mean, I can deal with that comment. My sister, for example, she has a great body. Lean, slim and gorgeous. She can eat whatever she wants, she won't gain anything. On the contrary, she will probably loose some weight too. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;And that can sometimes be depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, I'm used to that. I can deal with it. But what I really, really hate then, is when I come home and notice that my mom went shopping. I open the cupboards and see, what seems to me, tons of candy, chocolate and cookies,...&lt;br /&gt;I turn to my mom, she looks at me and says: "Oh well, that's not for you, it's for your sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!!! That pisses me off so much! Especially when each time she says she won't buy that much candy/chocolate anymore, she does it anyway. Each, every, single time! Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unfair! I mean, I'm a vegetarian, I mostly eat healthy. My sister doesn't. It seems like she just lives on pizza and chocolate. And cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought many times that she should look like me, and I like her, if only judged by the things we eat...&lt;br /&gt;When I'm cooking dinner, she never want's to eat it. "Eeeeewww, vegtables!!!" she likes to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm probably whining like hell here. But this is one of the few things that can really frustrate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;a frustrated Andi :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-4146182988654361231?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4146182988654361231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=4146182988654361231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4146182988654361231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4146182988654361231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-it-when-my-mom-goes-shopping.html' title='I hate it when my mom goes shopping!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-1281074780504959125</id><published>2007-10-07T21:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:18:52.868+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><title type='text'>Remodelling...</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you can see we've been 'updating' here :-D&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, that are we on the picture ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RwqQd1bDaVI/AAAAAAAAADw/4sU4VV9qpgs/s1600-h/PICT0599"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-1281074780504959125?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1281074780504959125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=1281074780504959125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1281074780504959125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1281074780504959125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/remodelling.html' title='Remodelling...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-412225343834696638</id><published>2007-10-07T11:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:38:12.150+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Time for another review</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back with another review. Now that I have more time to read, (every day 2 hours of travelling by train), I also have more to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you don't know this yet, but I really like to read work by debut authors. So every now and then, I search that Kensington site for Zebra Debuts. Trust me, that way I have found a lot of good books already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus that price is also very handy for such a poor student as myself ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Long live the discount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do I have for you guys now? It's a book by &lt;a href="http://www.sarareinke.com/index.html"&gt;Sara Reinke&lt;/a&gt;. Not her debut, I understand, but it is with Zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RwivcVbDaMI/AAAAAAAAACM/H-HAhtbKuVQ/s1600-h/51EuXl+eDwL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118533877828380866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RwivcVbDaMI/AAAAAAAAACM/H-HAhtbKuVQ/s320/51EuXl%252BeDwL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the back blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Brandon Noble and Angelina Jones first met, he was an awkward teenager harboring a crush on his tutor's sister. Five years later, Angelina is a streetwise cop who's sure she's seen it all, until Brandon comes back into her life - lean, handsome, possessing a strange, powerful allure... and a terrifying secret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandon is one of the Brethren, an ancient clan of ruthless vampires. Like other Brethren families, the Nobles have accumulated great wealth and prestige, never marrying outside of their kin, never leaving the isolated Kentucky farmlands where they live, undetected, among their prey.&lt;br /&gt;Horrified by his birthright, Brandon shunned the ritual of the first kill, earning the Brethren's lasting wrath. But the exhilarating passion he and Angelina share rouses the primitive impulses he has so hard tried to deny. And even if Brandon can protect Angelina from his enemies, can he save her from his own dark thirst?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many of you, who read paranormal romance, know, there is always such a stereotyping thing going on in those novels. The heroes are strong alpha males, the heroines totally beautiful women, and so on, blablablah,... You know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not so in this book, hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the hero, Brandon, is deaf, mute, 21, a virgin, and has little self-confidence, a low self-esteem. And that's totally yum, by the way!&lt;br /&gt;The heroine, (Ange)Lina, is a cop, 26, black and super cool. I want to be like her when I grow up! She can kick some ass! *worshipping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon is a vampire. As a kid, he was attacked by burglars which costed him his hearing and his voice. But he lived, although he was almost slashed to pieces. Yeah, there's a lot of violence going on in this book.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, for this, he is considered weak by his family. His grandfather and Brandon's brother, Caine, are the two biggest assholes in this story. Stupid fuckfaces!&lt;br /&gt;They treat him like shit, so it's no wonder Brandon wants to escape them. They want to force him into the Bloodletting. A ritual where a young vampire has to make his first kill. Brandon doesn't want this, so he flees from Kentucky to the city.&lt;br /&gt;That's where he meets Lina again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spoil too much of this story. You have to read it for yourselves. But I do want to share my favorite passage with you guys. The one where Brandon kisses Lina for the first time. Totally hot, *swoon*, untill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lina didn't give him the chance. She caught his hand against her breast, folding her fingers about his, and then bright, excruciating pain seared up toward his shoulder and neck as she craned his wrist at a sudden, unnatural angle. He gasped sharply for breath as she hyperextended his arm, and he crumpled to his knees, helpless and immobilized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"What the hell was that?" she demanded, hooking her free hand beneath his chin and jerking his face up to look at her. She looked wide-eyed and stricken, as stunned by his impulsive advance as he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" What's wrong with you? Why the hell did you do that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry! I'm sorry!&lt;/em&gt; he signed, drawing his fist in quick, frantic circles above his heart. He grimaced as she momentarily flexed her grasp against him all the more, and then she stepped back, letting him go. Brandon drew his aching wrist against his belly and stumbled to his feet, trying to catch his breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you ever do that again!&lt;/em&gt; Lina signed at him furiously. &lt;em&gt;Who do you think you are? If you ever do that again, I'll break your goddamn arm! Do you understand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;God, I love this heroine! She's great.... so super fantastic great! Where else have you ever read about a heroine so totally cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abouth what I understand, there are more books to come in these series. This is only the first book! I'm so blessed, he he he :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the second book will continue right where this one ended, or so I hope, since this ending was a bit open. I also hope we will see Brandon and Lina back in book two, because I want to read more about them, and about the great escape. I hope they'll make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, this would be a great movie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for Sara Reinke! I'm hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I totally screwed up my copy of the book. Because of stupid me, the book got wet and looks like shit now. So when I'm placing my next order, I'll order a new one. See, that's how much I like this book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-412225343834696638?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/412225343834696638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=412225343834696638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/412225343834696638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/412225343834696638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-for-another-review.html' title='Time for another review'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RwivcVbDaMI/AAAAAAAAACM/H-HAhtbKuVQ/s72-c/51EuXl%252BeDwL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5404200959648435416</id><published>2007-10-04T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:01:36.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 7...</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back for a new TT, yes, yes... :-D&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what the 13 things will be this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RwUph1bDaKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KkgL18RNlPA/s1600-h/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117542212829407394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RwUph1bDaKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KkgL18RNlPA/s320/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done this before, I guess, but this one is slightly different: Thirteen things about Stien:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the fact we don't see each other that often anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School is driving me crazy with work! I don't even have time to scratch my ass (so to speak). That's why I haven't talked to Stien in ages. I get up early, and come home late. There's no more time to turn on my PC...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's so far away from me now. It feels like there are a zillion miles between us!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have money on my mobile phone to call her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, that sounds shitty. But still... I would like to talk to her, even if it is on the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has probably some new friends in her new school (that big University at Leuven) where I don't know a thing about. I'm so jealous by now. I know, pathetic!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And perhaps she even has a new boyfriend... who knows!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She needs to comfort me, I really need someone to talk to, since school is being crap :-( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has to tell me about her school, about the courses and classes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really hate it to be so far away from her now. If I could I would teleport her straight to my house! No matter what she would be doing at this point, hehehe ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could really use a girls' night out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so pathetic, but have I mentioned I miss her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really, really do... Stien come back!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voila, that was my sad, sad TT for today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xxx-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5404200959648435416?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5404200959648435416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5404200959648435416&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5404200959648435416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5404200959648435416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thirsday-thirteen-7.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 7...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RwUph1bDaKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KkgL18RNlPA/s72-c/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-2333154068172175786</id><published>2007-09-29T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:22:39.999+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>Things suck, big time!</title><content type='html'>Oops... we missed TT. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stien and I have both our first week of school behind us. That was though. At least, for me it was. I had to travel 2 hours by train each day, waking up early, comming home late. I catched a cold and got lost in Brussels (that's where my new school is located).&lt;br /&gt;Stien stayed in Leuven. We haven't talked much, since turning on the PC wasn't so much on my mind this week. I'm hoping it will get better the next.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Note to self:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I should have bought that laptop when I had the chance!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some news, if you're wondering. Let's start with this one: We are not getting a dog. Turned out those people from that organisation played it dirty. Those nasty, vile hypocrites!&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm going to say about it. I know those dogs need help, but I'm really sorry, I'm not ever going back to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, my mom isn't willing to discuss the matter with me anymore. She won't hear of anything dog related. That sucks too... She changed her mind again, so I guess I won't see a dog here in house anytime soon. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't give up... I know the following may sound a tiny bit too cheesy, but a dog for a christmas present would be so very welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'll just have to wait and see, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to, please, feel free to chear me up ;-) &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you guys have some handy advice in store for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-2333154068172175786?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2333154068172175786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=2333154068172175786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2333154068172175786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2333154068172175786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-suck-big-time.html' title='Things suck, big time!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-8501052376677119722</id><published>2007-09-22T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:39:31.764+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Good news and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't see much of us lately, but yeah, we're still alive! I was busy for a couple of days... with stuff. I had to fix some papers for my new school, clean the house, help some friends,... And so blogging wasn't on my mind ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have news! Fun, fabulous, fantastic, extraordinary great news! ....Tam-tam-tam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promised me a dog! Yay!!! Whoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of whining (practically non-stop) she finaly said 'yes'. We saw the dog on the website of &lt;a href="http://www.ace-charity.org/en/home.asp"&gt;Ace/Shin&lt;/a&gt;. That's an organisation in Spain that rescues dogs from killing stations.&lt;br /&gt;And now we can save one too! I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, a lady comes to talk to us, about the adoption. So I will tell you more after ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, I also read 'Skin to Skin' from &lt;a href="http://www.dionnegalace.com/wordpress/"&gt;Dionne Galace&lt;/a&gt;, and 'Boundless', an anthology with Annie Dean, Bonnie Dee and Dionne Galace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for a first review I am pretty nerveous. Let's start with 'Skin to Skin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvVs2FbDaHI/AAAAAAAAABk/oAOwKAapKLs/s1600-h/339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113112628373448818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvVs2FbDaHI/AAAAAAAAABk/oAOwKAapKLs/s320/339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;What Leilani wants, Leilani gets. That is, until she meets the enigmatic Oliver Clayton, her new neighbor. For some reason, Oliver seems to be intent on avoiding her even though he’s obviously interested. Leilani has tried to everything to get his attention, from wearing skimpy little outfits to walking a neighbor’s dog six times in front of his yard. Leilani wants Oliver…and she always gets her man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the heat of the summer, the temperature’s not only thing rising. Luckily, Oliver has that pool in his backyard and Leilani knows just how to cool off…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked how this story started. We immediately get to know Leilani. A girl with a big mouth. She and her friend reminded me almost instantly of Stien and me. I mean, we would talk like that to each other too.&lt;br /&gt;So the tone is set and we're off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver is a cop recovering from a gunshot wound. He tries his best at ignoring Leilani, which causes pretty fun moments, hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;And then Leilani gets into the pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I liked that scene. I really did... but then it started to get a bit... erm, awkward. Man, I was embarrased in Leilani's place! That scene got a bit too much 'eeeew' for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, never mind... Quickly forgotten I continued, and I liked the rest. Oliver 'Ollie' turned out pretty sexy, and the end was great. Hehhehe, I'm still smiling when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad this story was so short! The characters were well rounded, but I would have liked to see more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvVym1bDaII/AAAAAAAAABs/Sj84g3Cy0So/s1600-h/boundless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113118963450210434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvVym1bDaII/AAAAAAAAABs/Sj84g3Cy0So/s320/boundless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Boundless' then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First story&lt;/strong&gt; by Annie Dean, titeled: 'Seven Days'&lt;br /&gt;This one started pretty weird. At first I thought it was a historical, because we don't see a young girl in a convent that often anymore. But since this story takes place in America, I guess everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had adjusted myself to that fact, I found that this story flowed. It was the first time I read something by this autor and I just loved her language.&lt;br /&gt;This story read like a fairy tale. Soft and gentle, and so very romantic!&lt;br /&gt;Teresa was a perfect fairy tale princess, and Dev, (how much he may claim to be a demon) was a perfect fairy tale prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, this story reads like a Disney! And I love Disney! (well, not all of them, but you get my point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 2:&lt;/strong&gt; 'The Straw Man' by Bonnie Dee.&lt;br /&gt;It's Halloween and Marie is alone. So lonely that she asks for a man, even if it is just for 1 night. That evening someone knocks on her door....&lt;br /&gt;Man, I had a great laugh reading this! That scene when Sam comes knocking on the door is priceless! Hehehe, really great! It would work fabulous in a movie, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Also this story has some sweet magic. Sam is a super cute hero, who comes just in time for Marie... And Marie takes this chance with both hands. I love her for it!&lt;br /&gt;This one was a lovely uncomplicated love story, *sigh and swoon*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 3:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Waking Kitty' by Dionne Galace.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this story totally rocks! It's creative and very science-fiction. From the start I connected with Jack. (No, not because he was a reporter with a film crew... I mean, uh, I want a film crew too. And I really want to steal that Kenny's camera! Why can Kenny have one and I not? It's so not fair... *whine*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, back to earth... Jack gets called to do a story about a ship that appeared from out nowhere, into a bar. Yeah, pretty weird, but let's go along.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the place is crammed with reporters and Jack and his crew are interviewing some people. That's when he meets Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty has pink hair (*jealousy*) and looks like a manga figure. She's so cool! But her pink hair is not the only thing that's weird about Kitty... her imagination is out of control. Or so she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't any problem with the weird happenings in this story. In fact, I really liked them! This was just my kind of, how do I say it, style. Oh, let's just say it: Yeah, I wish I had written it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun. Turns out Kitty can do some neat tricks. Like a magician, but way cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this was a great anthology about magical fairy tales. I liked that subject (magic) and I would love to read more from these authors. They did a fabulous job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-8501052376677119722?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8501052376677119722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=8501052376677119722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8501052376677119722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8501052376677119722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-news-and-other-stuff.html' title='Good news and other stuff'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvVs2FbDaHI/AAAAAAAAABk/oAOwKAapKLs/s72-c/339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-7807924352469986444</id><published>2007-09-20T20:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:01:50.272+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 6...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a bit late but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our sixth TT, let's talk about irritations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvK3VzogCOI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z6_q6OgHDuI/s1600-h/thursdaybanner8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112350112284149986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvK3VzogCOI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z6_q6OgHDuI/s320/thursdaybanner8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13 things that irritate us the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milk should be cold or warm, nothing in between. So please put bottles in the fridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars that go too slow, especially when you need to be somewhere... on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mothers... who just keep on asking really annoying questions. Really, really annoying questions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When suddenly, the battery of your mobile phone is dead... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noisy kids. With Ipods. That play techno.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just the day you didn't bring your umbrella with you, it begins to rain. The days you keep the stupid thing with you, no drop will fall from the sky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who double park their car at the movies because they are afraid of getting their car scratched. I always feel like squeezing my pile of metal junk between those suckers :-P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books you ordered online that won't arrive...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who make nasty comments on a spelling mistake. Everybody makes a type-o once in a while, especially us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When there's nothing in the fridge to eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noisy neighbours at night. Including cats and foxes... They can make some terrible noise! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pc-slowness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men! (no comment needed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy TT to everyone! :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Stien and Andi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-7807924352469986444?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7807924352469986444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=7807924352469986444&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7807924352469986444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7807924352469986444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/thirsday-thirteen-6.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 6...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RvK3VzogCOI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z6_q6OgHDuI/s72-c/thursdaybanner8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-8213077836018308940</id><published>2007-09-13T20:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:02:07.688+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 5, and we're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have been away for quite some time, and we're very very sorry. We thought we could make it up with a TT today. So here we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RumAfJTyEXI/AAAAAAAAABU/zVWKu6mw3B4/s1600-h/TT2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109756524791730546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RumAfJTyEXI/AAAAAAAAABU/zVWKu6mw3B4/s320/TT2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen reasons not to TT and go and have a drink? Here we go ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We don't have to pull stuff out of our asses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We can have a chat in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There will be booz :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We can look at beefcakish boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We won't get a headache from staring at ours screens (though the booz will probably do the trick).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can tell Andi about a very lovely compliment I got today from a very lovely boy AND I can make lots of handgestures emphasizing the matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehehe, I defenitely need a drink, we still didn't toast on me passing my exam, eh Stien??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can give Andi a big hugg :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It will be a chance to show my new hairdo to Andi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Going out will make me get up and wash myself, i stink (says Andi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stien: she really does, ya know?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andi: can't talk now.... showering... *lalalala*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stien: uhm, yeah... Did I mention there could be boys? And Booz?!... Yeah? Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We hope you guys had a wonderful TT too. If you have one, link it ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We're off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;Stien and Andi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-8213077836018308940?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8213077836018308940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=8213077836018308940&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8213077836018308940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/8213077836018308940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/thirsday-thirteen-5-and-were-back.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 5, and we&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RumAfJTyEXI/AAAAAAAAABU/zVWKu6mw3B4/s72-c/TT2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5944776837291842730</id><published>2007-09-07T19:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:44:01.467+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too much stress'/><title type='text'>Oh My God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooooh, i have such good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through my entry exam! Yay!! Partyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so relieved. Finally an end to all the stress. Yesterday we had the interviews. Each candidate had to present his/her movie to a jury. Pretty much like 'Idols'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very nerveous. Hands shaking, turning red... horror! Anywho, when it was my turn, the jury seemed friendly. And not grumpy or cranky like the other candidate-students who went first, had told.&lt;br /&gt;I played my vid and afterwards there was... silence. Until one jury-guy exclaimed: "That was a very ok movie! Very very ok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, turning red again... But then we talked a bit, and they seemed really interested. And still very friendly. I think they liked me, heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I had to go back, for the results. They called out the names of everyone who passed the test. My heart was pounding in my chest like a madman. I knew that the interview had gone well, but still...&lt;br /&gt;They went through the list of names, I heard my name, and oh man! I was smiling! Smiling, smiling, smiling! Wooptidoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stien promised me a party if I passed this exam. So now it's party time. Yeah! Everyone who is in the neighborhood is invited. I'll post the date once we have it. Meanwhile, I'll crack open a bottle of our finest wine and get very drunk this evening!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, probably not, but it would be very student like :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, enjoy your evening!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5944776837291842730?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5944776837291842730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5944776837291842730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5944776837291842730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5944776837291842730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-7669594322813319583</id><published>2007-09-02T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:44:41.432+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too much stress'/><title type='text'>I'm baaaa-haaaack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, dear dear children, here I am again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see what I did (except for moving in to the new house) these last few days?&lt;br /&gt;I made a video for my upcomming exam. That big entry exam for film school, remember? Well, they sent me a letter last week, right in the middle of the most stressing point in the whole moving thing. They wrote that I had to make a video for them. About the entry exam. Max 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I totally freaked out. I had to make a movie in a few days? It was never going to work! Never! I was ready to give up and totally forget about everything. I wanted to crawl into my bed and never come out again. Yeah, I was that miserable, you go figure :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few talks with my friends, Stien and Tina, I saw a tiny light in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I came up with, the end result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e477fa03c513357" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e477fa03c513357%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329962040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55402CDABDA270587C7FED967641DBDC40727AB7.7CF48C8F43459512DB8C3A99FC4D30FFDBC68344%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e477fa03c513357%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq1fW73Nm_ptmk7JM_pzRMV80lVo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e477fa03c513357%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329962040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55402CDABDA270587C7FED967641DBDC40727AB7.7CF48C8F43459512DB8C3A99FC4D30FFDBC68344%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e477fa03c513357%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq1fW73Nm_ptmk7JM_pzRMV80lVo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And no worries: No mice were harmed during the shooting of this film ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very relieved that it is done! Tomorrow is the big day, so yay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No, not really yay :-(&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooooooo nerveous! Biting my nails, and stressing out. That's not healthy. I'm sure I'll have to go to the bathroom A LOT tomorrow. I can feel it in my gut!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you would like to comfort me, you can always tell me how great I am, and my movie, hahaha... *snort* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm back ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Andi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-7669594322813319583?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e477fa03c513357&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7669594322813319583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=7669594322813319583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7669594322813319583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7669594322813319583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-baaaa-haaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaa-haaaack!!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-2149142325500899029</id><published>2007-08-25T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:39:53.326+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too much stress'/><title type='text'>A quick note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to let you all know I'll be away the following days. We're moving everything out of the house, pc's too. And I can't say when they will be installed again, 'cause I don't know if we even have Internet in our New House.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you all very much! And I hope Stien won't mind me being away. (Hon, I'll be back very very soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;a href="http://www.dionnegalace.com/wordpress/"&gt;Dionne Galace&lt;/a&gt; is sooooo nice! We actually won something, can you believe it?! So now we totally worship the ground beneath her feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-2149142325500899029?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2149142325500899029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=2149142325500899029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2149142325500899029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2149142325500899029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/quick-note.html' title='A quick note...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-6317863527006748272</id><published>2007-08-24T19:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:45:41.475+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MeMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><title type='text'>Interview time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anyapples.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frigga&lt;/a&gt; had a great idea, (like always) ... : Interviewing. You're readers are supposed to ask you to interview them. So, If you ask us to interview you, we will! You just have to ask, and we will send you 5 questions which you have to post on your blog. In turn, your readers can ask you to interview them, and so on... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Frigga, and here comes the interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You ladies aren't from Germany, but where are you from? And what language/s are commonly spoken in your country, and what are your slang words? Also, what language do you blog in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andi:&lt;/strong&gt; We are from Belgium. Germany is our neighbor, hehe. In our country we speak Flemmish (it is practically the same as Dutch, only with an accent) and French. Just a little part in Belgium speaks German.&lt;br /&gt;Our slang words... Well, Stien and I often call each other 'trut', which has pretty much the same meaning as your English 'bitch' ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stien:&lt;/strong&gt; Or 'sjiek' which has the same meaning as 'cool'. Or 'Miljaar!' which means 'Damn!'. Or 'hennig' which means 'cute'... We have many many words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andi:&lt;/strong&gt; And 'kutnest', don't forget 'kutnest'. That means 'bullocks' :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we blog in English, just so you know... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You've been neighbors and best friends for years... how long and how did you meet? Can you share a childhood story of the two of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stien:&lt;/strong&gt; In 8th grade I had a friend called Stina, she used to tell me about her friend Andi who was spectacularly funny and a super friend. Stina told me Andi was comming to our school the next year. So september 1st, the year after, I met Andi. She had such long hair back then *pretty*. Andi and me headed off instantly. Although we saw each other every day, we wrote each other letters to get to know one another better.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we both felt the need to share things with each other, that we couldn't share with the rest of the group. We might just be soulmates :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andi:&lt;/strong&gt; A while after, me and my family had to move. Back then, we lived in the village next to Stien's. We had a dog, Kelly, and my mom didn't find a house, because pets were not allowed everywhere. We were nearly desperate! Mom wanted to take Kelly away and bring her to an animal asylum. And that's when I called Stien on the phone, in tears and totally in shock. I told her that Kelly was in danger and that I didn't want to loose her! I didn't want to give her away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calmed me and she was the one who got us a house to live. Her grandpa had a house that we could rent, and Kelly could come along.&lt;br /&gt;And that's how we became neighbors, because it happened that said house was just arround the corner from Stien's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you each see yourselves in ten years?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andi: &lt;/strong&gt;I see myself as a movie director. Working somewhere in London, I hope. I really want to make a costume drama, like the ones of the BBC, the Jane Austen movies... that sort of things. That's really my life dream! Oh, and in the meanwhile, I have written a couple of books too ;-) .... Yeah, romance novels, heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;And Stien can come to all the premieres for free, and she can have copies of my books, for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stien:&lt;/strong&gt; Stien has no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you have boyfriends? If so, spill the details!! If not, what do you each want in a man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andi:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have a boyfriend at the moment. I always said: "I want a man who can handle me!" I guess I've been reading too much romance novels. But still. I had some though moments in my past and that shows. I have very little tolerance towards men. If they breake 1 of my basic rules, they are kicked out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;My ideal man has to be calm, funny, intelligent, loving, honest, loyal, sometimes crazy, and very very very veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery passionate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, a romance hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stien: &lt;/strong&gt;Stien wants someone who can shut her up when she's having one of her fits. Someone who misses her when she's gone. Someone who looks at her like she's the only one...apparently that's hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Now each of you has to tell an embarrassing story about the other!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andi: &lt;/strong&gt;Ooooooooh! This is a hard one! Not because I have so many stories, but because I have trouble remembering embarrassing ones about Stien. But here's one I still remeber ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stien, my sister and I were walking at the train station, on platform 1 towards the entry. Suddenly Stien spotted a really gorgeous guy, walking in the opposite direction. She started walking very sexy (she had new shoes on) : swinging her hips, chin in the air, waving her hair, when BLAM, she fell right on her face, in front of that boy's feet... Poor thing, she was sooooo embarrassed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stien:&lt;/strong&gt; Andi pooped in a bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andi:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, oooops for that one! *oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you guys wants to be interviewed, let us know! And thanks, Frigga, for this one. We had a great time answering these questions ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stien &amp;amp; Andi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-6317863527006748272?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6317863527006748272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=6317863527006748272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6317863527006748272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6317863527006748272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/interview-time.html' title='Interview time!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-1531859857732140599</id><published>2007-08-23T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:02:26.831+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 4, already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written a TT before and I was feeling guilty because I let Andi run this blog by herself for a quite while. So I suggested to do this week's thirteen. I didn't tell Andi what the subject was going to be, though. I hope she wil be surprised because I came up with 13 reasons why Andi is worth having as a friend.(I'm so sweet, I know :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rs3OcIg_O9I/AAAAAAAAABM/o7Pqg_NpjmI/s1600-h/ttpursepink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101960935598144466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rs3OcIg_O9I/AAAAAAAAABM/o7Pqg_NpjmI/s320/ttpursepink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Andi is a real clown, she can always make you laugh. Especially when eating, Andi likes to put up a show. I'm talking herbs between teeth and a big smile :D&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure she stays away from toast :p ...not a pretty sight :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Andi has more books than our public library, she read most of them and loooooovveeees to give you a full report... so if you're looking for a bedtime story... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - When in boy code red (the sobbing kind :p)... she knows excactly what kind of movie and taste of patatoe chips (or ice cream) (or both) to bring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - You don't have to be afraid when Andi and her pencil are around (long story :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Andi likes chocolate even more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - You can call her names and she will take it as a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Andi says things like "Your diva-rate is skyhigh today" (makes me feel good :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Andi knows better than anyone how to spot a georgous looking guy, I don't know how she does it and she won't tell me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Andi is a great cook! Maybe this could be a hint to let her cook for me again :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - She is friends with ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Andi looks tough, but she is supersweet which makes her even more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Andi makes pretty pictures of pretty people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - She's Andi! I mean, come on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Andi is SUPERDUPER great :D . You can be friends with her, just don't think she'll be your Best Friend Forever (that space is occupied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Stien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-1531859857732140599?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1531859857732140599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=1531859857732140599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1531859857732140599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1531859857732140599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirsday-thirteen-4-already.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 4, already'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rs3OcIg_O9I/AAAAAAAAABM/o7Pqg_NpjmI/s72-c/ttpursepink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-3010783554558705542</id><published>2007-08-22T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:04:38.889+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Skin to Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rsx6D4g_O8I/AAAAAAAAABE/HhKJEJTRcSU/s1600-h/339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101586685032872898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rsx6D4g_O8I/AAAAAAAAABE/HhKJEJTRcSU/s320/339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are several reasons I wanted a blog of my own. One of those reasons is the great &lt;a href="http://dionnegalace.com/wordpress/"&gt;Dionne Galace&lt;/a&gt;. I have been reading on her blog quite some time now. I'm always telling Stien: "Omg, look here, that remark is sooo funny!" . But I never dared to place a comment. I know, I'm stupid... but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she has a contest running. And I thought it would be something just for Stien and me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;(I mean, we can win this book, which would be great since I don't have a credit card and that means I can't buy it... damn. So this way would be the logic answer to the problem, he he he.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new book is out and she wants to let the world know. And I reeeeaaaally want to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a small summary what the book is about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Leilani wants, Leilani gets. That is, until she meets the enigmatic Oliver Clayton, her new neighbor. For some reason, Oliver seems to be intent on avoiding her even though he’s obviously interested. Leilani has tried to everything to get his attention, from wearing skimpy little outfits to walking a neighbor’s dog six times in front of his yard. Leilani wants Oliver…and she always gets her man.&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the summer, the temperature’s not only thing rising. Luckily, Oliver has that pool in his backyard and Leilani knows just how to cool off…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;a creditcard, you can buy it right &lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/skin-to-skin"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, at Samhain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xxx-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-3010783554558705542?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3010783554558705542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=3010783554558705542&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3010783554558705542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/3010783554558705542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/skin-to-skin.html' title='Skin to Skin'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/Rsx6D4g_O8I/AAAAAAAAABE/HhKJEJTRcSU/s72-c/339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-7268141356467933546</id><published>2007-08-21T18:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:31:49.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffels</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggers, Bloggees and hello to the Blogged,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone doing? I hope better than I :) I came back from my holiday a week ago but got the flue shortly after. (In august!!!! can you imagine?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not feeling a 100% well, but Andi has been nagging me for days and days to write another blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;The poor girl was practicaly desperate.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am :D (yes you may bow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I always overestimate my health?&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a go at university this year, so I went shopping for some stuff at Ikea (for my dormroom ofcourse). Before I left my mom asked me if I was feeling well enough. I told her I was feeling perfectly fine and that shopping would probably be just the cure I needed!...wel erhm....WRONG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Almost fainting at Ikea's...it is truely a new low girls :s :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that the shopping trip was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as the curtains and doors in my dormroom are red, I decided that red would be my accentcouler for the room. So I practically bought everything in the shop that revieled even the slightest hint of red! My mom was barely able to save a giant red couch from my shophappy grasp! (too bad, it was pretty even it wouldn't fit :( and I'm sure my flue would have been cured if I got it ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this blog is a pervy one and I haven't said anything boy related yet. Well, today I'd like to turn the tables for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse we all know that the male part of the human race is disgustingly evil and they should all go and live on the moon and only come back if we say they can :)&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes...a kind girly soul wanders off and ends up on the wrong side of town. Us girls can be really cruel as well. In this case, my thoughts go out to a friend of mine (he knows who he is:) ) I hope he'll get treated the way he deserves to be real soon. (I also hope he won't kill me for writing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... at least WE can blame "hormones" for our freaky man hating behavior :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles y'all&lt;br /&gt;Stien x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-7268141356467933546?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7268141356467933546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=7268141356467933546&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7268141356467933546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7268141356467933546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/sniffels.html' title='Sniffels'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-6300320957332440100</id><published>2007-08-20T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:41:58.078+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too much stress'/><title type='text'>The daily life</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm so happy I can find some time to write. These last few days have been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I found a job. It's only for two weeks, but still, we're also moving stuff to our new house. So that means my mom has to do much more on her own.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's practically freaking out from all the stress.&lt;br /&gt;But at last the painting is about done. Yesterday, I painted my mom's bedroom. Now all of the upstairs rooms are finished, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the first half of our new furniture arrives. That's pretty exciting, so everyone with me: 'Whoooooo!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm stressed out too, can you notice? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;At least the work we do at our new job isn't too hard. Or difficult, hehehe. But all the small bits make one large bit, heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I also have to finish some illustrations for a new author. And I don't seem to get there :-S ... With the work, the moving, the painting, it's hard to take the illustrations on top. It always seems like I can do nothing but appologize to her, poor thing. And I feel bad about my self. Really, really guilty. I mean, why am I not working on them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps because it's late and you're about to go to bed in a few minutes?" says a voice, the logic one, in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaah, I still feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another thing that completely stresses me out, too: my upcomming exam! I haven't told you before, but I'm switching schools. I set my mind on a new school in Brussels, the very BIG city. But in order to enter there, I first have to do an exam, an entry exam. And it takes one week! One week...&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally pooped out here...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so affraid I won't pass, and if I don't pass, I'm going to cry. Seriously. One week long.&lt;br /&gt;At least Stien is comming with me, and Sonja too. I'm lucky to have friends who support me like that. And keep peptalking me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Stien, poor thing is sick. Lying in bed with a fever. But she will be back soon, and all over us again, heh heh heh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-6300320957332440100?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6300320957332440100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=6300320957332440100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6300320957332440100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/6300320957332440100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/daily-life.html' title='The daily life'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-2384469553405194457</id><published>2007-08-16T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:50:29.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation: Image MeMe</title><content type='html'>I just saw that we were tagged by &lt;a href="http://anyapples.blogspot.com/2007/08/operation-image-meme.html"&gt;Frigga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it looks really fun to do... well, here we are ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to go to google, (images), type in your name and choose the picture you like the most of someone that shares your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a picture! :D whiiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;And since this is a pervy blog, I figured I could show it too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsSpk4g_O5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VYIhzjmNngE/s1600-h/andi%20dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099387129201376146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsSpk4g_O5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VYIhzjmNngE/s320/andi%2520dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hehehehe... it comes from this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;site: &lt;a href="http://www.sickonthebus.com/"&gt;http://www.sickonthebus.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now Stien, let's see what I can find for her ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsSsrYg_O7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1wSYlE7EkK0/s1600-h/rooiestien_350px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099390539405409202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsSsrYg_O7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1wSYlE7EkK0/s320/rooiestien_350px.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This picture is titled: Red Stien. I found it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beversluis.com/beeld/grafisch/rooie_stien.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now that's done, we're supposed to tag others too. Uhm..., that's going to be a problem since I don't really know someone to tag... *oops*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, never mind,... We'll fix that problem later, I guess :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I'm off to bed, I really need to get some sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See you all later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-2384469553405194457?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2384469553405194457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=2384469553405194457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2384469553405194457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/2384469553405194457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/operation-image-meme.html' title='Operation: Image MeMe'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsSpk4g_O5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VYIhzjmNngE/s72-c/andi%2520dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-7860141058056762851</id><published>2007-08-16T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:02:42.651+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stien is back for almost a week, but I couldn't get her to write something on our blog. Everyone with me: "Ooooooooooohhh..." :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I know I'm a bit late for this third TT, but I have a wonderful excuse: it's so very busy over here! No kiddin'...&lt;br /&gt;Next to the moving, painting our new house, my sister and I have found a job! Together, yes. It's only for 2 weeks, as a vacation job. But still, it's pretty hard for our mother since she has to do a lot more, now we are away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And well, our third TT... I really have no clue what to do. Or perhaps,... here comes an idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsScyIg_O4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RdQTjCpgZhg/s1600-h/thursdaybanner3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099373063183481730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsScyIg_O4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RdQTjCpgZhg/s320/thursdaybanner3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My 13 favorite songs (or at least the ones I play the most) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Braille, from Regina Spektor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Après moi, from Regina Spektor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lady, from Regina Spektor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That theme from 'The Phantom of the Opera', omg, that's soooo good!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moan, from Trentemoller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bite me, from Electric Six&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Devil Nights, from Electric Six&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slices of you, from Electric Six&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So she dances, from Josh Groban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awake, from Josh Groban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do it again, The Chemical Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ramalama (bang bang), from Roisin Murphy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shame for you, from Lily Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Voila, that was it! I promise I'll think of something better next time ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-7860141058056762851?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7860141058056762851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=7860141058056762851&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7860141058056762851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/7860141058056762851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirsday-thirteen-3.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 3...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RsScyIg_O4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RdQTjCpgZhg/s72-c/thursdaybanner3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-1318482808711191493</id><published>2007-08-09T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:00:21.384+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 2, whoooo!!!</title><content type='html'>I was thinking, now Stien is away, what to do for our second TT. I really had no clue and so I figured to do something simple. Like perhaps show you my 13 coolest pictures ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrsGaTeY7aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EHbtoOjs-a0/s1600-h/thursdaybanner14.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096674452273950114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrsGaTeY7aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EHbtoOjs-a0/s320/thursdaybanner14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 pics by Andi, hehehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. First, let's start with a pic of Stien:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/IMGP0715.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_IMGP0715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Here's one I took while working on a video clip:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My sister in a costume dress:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/c3s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_c3s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Again, my sister:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/c17s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_c17s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Sonja and her little sister:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Tina putting her shoes on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0210-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0210-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Tina and her BF:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. A pic of a camera support, tripod:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0369-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0369-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Stien and Sonja:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0337-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0337-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. My sister in a normal outfit ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0167-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0167-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Our new cat, Rosca:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0547.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Again Rosca, I couldn't choose:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0545-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0545-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Well, this one, I didn't take myself (obviously, heh, since it's me you see :p ), but it was too funny not to show:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/PICT0295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/Andiprima/th_PICT0295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it for today. I hope you enjoyed it! If you have a Thursday Thirteen today: link it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx-&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-1318482808711191493?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1318482808711191493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=1318482808711191493&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1318482808711191493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/1318482808711191493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirsday-thirteen-2-whoooo.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 2, whoooo!!!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrsGaTeY7aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EHbtoOjs-a0/s72-c/thursdaybanner14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-77431161920943101</id><published>2007-08-07T11:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:46:50.821+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriends'/><title type='text'>Really annoying ex-boyfriends</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not speaking of my own experiences. Never really had an ex-ex-boyfriend (had some flirts, but nothing really serious). But my sister has.&lt;br /&gt;And he's being a real pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;They had a relationship for almost two years, but my sister always had the impression he wasn't being honest with her. I never trusted him, though...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few weeks ago she discoverd the nasty truth. He had been lying and cheating all along, acting like the bastard he is. So my sister kicked him out. With me cheering her along. Fi-na-lly he was gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no such luck. Now he keeps sending her text-messages. Acting like a total innocent. Keeps her asking why she is so mad at him. Stupid asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question to you: Did you ever had a really irritating ex? How did you handle the situation? Did he/she came crawling back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-77431161920943101?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/77431161920943101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=77431161920943101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/77431161920943101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/77431161920943101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/really-annoying-ex-boyfriends.html' title='Really annoying ex-boyfriends'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-283568797416224545</id><published>2007-08-06T18:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:31:34.730+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bored Andi'/><title type='text'>I feel perfectly abandoned...</title><content type='html'>Yep, like it says in the title: I feel perfectly abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stien left for Turkey, to spend a whole week there. Blergh, why does that feel so bad? So totally wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because all my friends are away, heh. I mean, Sonja's in Brussels (poor gal lives there), Tina's still in Russia, I haven't talked to Andrea in ages, and now Stien is in Turkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, today was a really annoying day. We had to do a lot of packing (because we're moving) and it was very hot! I had the feeling that I was sweating waaaaayy too much. You know, sort of like: 'Oh no! Look at me, I just produced a whole river!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, my mom and I went to the new house, to do some measuring, and then to the shop where we bought lots of paint. (Note to self: paint ain't cheap)&lt;br /&gt;But at least that's done. So tomorrow we can fi-na-lly beging!!! *Wheeeee*...&lt;br /&gt;We picked some really nice colors. Very light colored violet, for the kitchen and the bathroom. And if we have enough, also for the hall.&lt;br /&gt;For the living room, we chose buffalo brown and beige (same for my bedroom) and lime and beige for my mother's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is finished, I'll post some pictures of the endresult ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's to arrive tomorrow evening, from Russia, and she promissed to help a hand with the painting. At least I won't feel abandoned anymore, if she comes to help us, hehehe... I really missed her, so it will be nice to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off. I've still some artwork to do for a new author. I guess I'll have to finish that ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-283568797416224545?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/283568797416224545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=283568797416224545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/283568797416224545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/283568797416224545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-perfectly-abandoned.html' title='I feel perfectly abandoned...'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5334763453550047044</id><published>2007-08-03T19:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:41:53.696+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Hopeless Holiday Hopping Around :D</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on a holiday tonight, so I thought I'd post a blog entry before I go.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the lack of sleep I got from pre-holiday stress, this might just be the most boring blog entry you have ever read. I am ever so sorry about that. Don't worry I'll make it up to you by posting a very pervy entry - about studmuffins I saw along the way-when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;I invited Andi over here for a last girl to girl talk, poor thing had to put up with a load of stressattacks. Even now, packed and ready I keep trying to think of things I could have forgotten. I must admit, I packed about everything anyone could fit into a suitcase. Also, I keep chekking if I got my passport :). It's not like it is going to leap out of my bag or anything, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, there's the new airport policy concerning handbags. Aren't they taking it over the top just a little? No Liquids alowed, if more then 100ml.&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do? Splash the pilot in the face with water and then take the plane. I mean come on!&lt;br /&gt;And what if it were some kind af chemical product? A 100ml could still be enough to hurt a few important people.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me even some pens or pencils are not alowed. Please! If they're afraid I will draw moustaches on sleeping people, their fear is probably grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Andi on the other hand, pencils would be dangerous. That might just be an idea for a Thursday Thirtheen. "how I drove a pencil through my sisters leg".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I get the feeling I'm kinda blabbering about whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: I wish you all the best of luck this week.&lt;br /&gt;Greetings xxx Kristien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5334763453550047044?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5334763453550047044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5334763453550047044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5334763453550047044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5334763453550047044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/hopeless-holiday-hopping-around-d.html' title='Hopeless Holiday Hopping Around :D'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-5176724407962340442</id><published>2007-08-02T18:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:00:49.379+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 1</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again for my second post on this wonderful blog. Yeah, I know we don’t have something like an audience yet, but I hope in time that will change. Soon. And then we will become the most powerful blog on the net, so strong, so we can conquer the world… MUAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kiddin’, we’ll try to be nice ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lookie here: it’s Thursday today. Wich means: time for our very very first ‘Thursday Thirteen’. Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. What do you do? Write Thirteen things about yourself, summarize your week in one entry, make it easy for other bloggers to get to know you on a weekly basis. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrIKyzeY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LWRjCYzzBbI/s1600-h/thursdaybanner.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094145996436860306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrIKyzeY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LWRjCYzzBbI/s320/thursdaybanner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a first, I think it would be fun to talk about, well,… us. Get to know each other a bit better, if you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stien and I both live in Belgium. About 300 meters a part from the other. Although that’s going to change very soon, since I am moving to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stien and I are best friends since high school. We saw, we met, and became friends instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A lot of people have told us already that Stien and I look just like sisters. We even look more sisterly-like than my sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We both wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We both have wavy brown hair, although Stien’s hair is dyed black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stien has a thing for shoes, I have a thing for earrings. Yeah, girls, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Although I wouldn’t mind if I could buy as many shoes as I wished. Oh no! Certainly not! Where’s the money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stien has the cutest little dog I’ve ever seen: a puppy named Tyto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want a dog too! I’m whining and complaining about that for almost two years now. I want a dog tooooooo… *whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have absolutely no tact at all. I’m the blurt-it-all-out kind of girl. Stien, on the other hand, could be renamed as Miss Tact. Or Miss Subtle. Or Miss Discreet. Whatever, you got the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We both like to make beauuuutiful things with Fimo. Figurines, beads, birthday presents and lots more. I have to say, we’re both good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Just to point out that we’re not just one girl with a personality disorder: yes, there are differences between us. I’ve always seen Stien as the classy chick. The one with a worldly air to her. She always comes up with lines like: “Oh god, Andi, that boy just gave me a ‘round Manhattan’”. To which I most likely answer: “Whaaat??” Looking very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On the other hand, Stien always tells me I am the funny one. But that’s hard to grab for me. I don’t get it, when it are her words I always have to laugh with. It always looks like she comes up with the funny things to say and that I look the blabbering fool, compared to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was it for now. If you have a Thursday Thirteen today: link it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luuuurrrrve,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-5176724407962340442?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5176724407962340442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=5176724407962340442&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5176724407962340442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/5176724407962340442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirsday-thirteen-1.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 1'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrIKyzeY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LWRjCYzzBbI/s72-c/thursdaybanner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-4749274067750919442</id><published>2007-08-02T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:02:42.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's introduce!</title><content type='html'>So, people, let’s introduce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Andi. I’m 21 and kind of weird. Or so they keep telling me. (They = those purple little aliens who keep abducting me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a real romance book lover. I mean, how else would you discribe someone who has a hughe pile of romance books to be read?! I’ll try to review some books on this blog as we go on and grow older ;-)&lt;br /&gt;It would be fun to ‘speak my mind without consequences’… or so I hope. I know there are some though bitches in romancelandia. (Always good to be prepared, heh…)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s what I hope to do on this blog. And since I’m relatively new to this thingie, I hope you guys will help this sistah out ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But romance isn’t the only thing on my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stien just talked about boys. Lemme tell ya something: Boys are wonderfull. In theory. Or on photographs… *rrrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously, who doens’t like herself some beefcake once in a while?! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;So nice boys pictures will also be posted regularly on this (oh so rightly called) Pervy Blog, hee hee…&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’ll enjoy them. Here’s one to get us started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrIJejeY7YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dy5_6L10M5c/s1600-h/Brazil+guy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094144549032881538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrIJejeY7YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dy5_6L10M5c/s320/Brazil%2Bguy%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see ya’ all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luuuurvvveee,&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-4749274067750919442?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4749274067750919442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=4749274067750919442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4749274067750919442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4749274067750919442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-introduce.html' title='Let&apos;s introduce!'/><author><name>Andi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SXC5EcsqdRI/RrIJejeY7YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dy5_6L10M5c/s72-c/Brazil%2Bguy%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593579854246552874.post-4432002333853760176</id><published>2007-08-02T18:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:46:28.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our very first entry! Whooo!!</title><content type='html'>Posted by: Toigirl Stien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Dude's and Dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Andi to do our first blog entry. As you can see I beat her to it, because for the firt time EVAH my girl was speechless. (I mean can you imagine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will kick this shit off! (if you don't do it yourself *dissapointed face* :p) I'm sorry Andi :D you know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better to start a blog by than a good old fashioned boy diss. Did you girls ever want to show op on a guys doorstep, grab him by the ears and shout: "you don't even know it yet, but we are made for each other!". I so wanna do that. Some guys just do not get it :D It would be funny to do that though. but then again, if you pinch his ears to hard, he still wont hear ya! And somehow I do doubt it would work :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if it does work? :p ...there ya go! thinking too much again. I'm what? 12 lines along the way. That's what they do, them boys...they make you think (even more then usual). Maybe it's because of that whole 'not thinking with their brain'-thing, they just wanna make ours do overtime instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, we still do love them! (stupid fuckfaces )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm off, hoping Andi got some inspiration from this crap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles xxx&lt;br /&gt;PS: it' s not even funny when I try this :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593579854246552874-4432002333853760176?l=pervyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4432002333853760176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=593579854246552874&amp;postID=4432002333853760176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4432002333853760176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/593579854246552874/posts/default/4432002333853760176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/posted-by-toigirl-stien-dearest-dudes.html' title='Our very first entry! 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