<?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-35314197</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:25:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Enigma of Life: Call it mystery; secret; perplexity; puzzle; riddle
or just walking around around and around</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-1969638746313267441</id><published>2009-01-07T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:13:47.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>Today i can say, iam in love, not on a person, but with life, It's just an feeling itself. No iam not spacing etc. I just have the feeling that iam in love, and i love this feeling. it's a feeling i can't describe with words.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not going great, the passed few days were not pretty for me, but hell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-1969638746313267441?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/1969638746313267441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=1969638746313267441' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/1969638746313267441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/1969638746313267441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-love.html' title='IN LOVE'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-2741763361347582105</id><published>2008-06-23T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:20:57.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste</title><content type='html'>''The best thing in life, comes when you absorberd it with little sips''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangers thing occure to me. I noticed that my taste in likes / dislikes etc has been changed. In the beginning i really didn't liked it at all. But after abosorbing it by bits. I like, liked it more and more. Not only in taste, but also in daily life. Movies, topics, style. Uff, life isn't getting easier like this :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like life has its obstacles and ur just passing it step by step. And at the end of the obstacle u can say. om it wasn't funny, but hell, i learned a lot and have a lot of benefit of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a fase to adulthood (of thats a word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fuuny it is? isn't it? How one can totaly transform to an other thinking area. Do you get life. with my 26 yrs now i noticed the differnce of being a 18 yr old 'child' and now being a young women. h'many more surprises do i get, before i discover how to deal with life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-2741763361347582105?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/2741763361347582105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=2741763361347582105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2741763361347582105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2741763361347582105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2008/06/taste.html' title='Taste'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-2714332468985900712</id><published>2008-05-11T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:16:29.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/SCdGAHlpifI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HFIVphKFIwY/s1600-h/lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199201262673431026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/SCdGAHlpifI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HFIVphKFIwY/s200/lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can i tell you how much you hurt me, that i don't feel safe near you. People say that one should always feel safe and welcome in their own world. you may travel the whole world, but shall always find your safe haven in your own home. And one can always find comfort i thy arms. But why do i feel so dispair, so lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it the aura, is it the past? Why is it haunting me? is it my heritage that is calling to me. Why do i care? I am broken, i can't do this anymore. I can't fight against it anymore. Should i give it up and stop fighting it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately i feel very angry, i can't control it anymore, i just want to speak, but i can't because it feels verry self-centered egoistic. Knowing that, what i know. Am i allowed to feel this. To want this. Don't i deserve the affection as everyone else. Or at least the whole truth. Or should i remain silent for the rest of my life. Why do i feel like this. Why can't i just leave it in the past. Why should i feel like someone took something verry special and important from me. Why!, why did you lie to me, and let you let me lie, because of the facade u want to show. Is it worth it? I feel screaming, shouting, trapped but most of all disgraced, ashamed, damaged because you force me to feel that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this lets me think of a qoute that is saw the otherday. The saddes qoute from the funniest man on earth: I like to walk in the rain, so nobody can see my tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-2714332468985900712?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/2714332468985900712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=2714332468985900712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2714332468985900712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2714332468985900712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it....'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/SCdGAHlpifI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HFIVphKFIwY/s72-c/lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-8973863608427714187</id><published>2008-03-26T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:28:57.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remarkable, extrodonary, amazing people</title><content type='html'>Can you remember a person that made a impression on you. Not someone you know, but one that just pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i met someone a elderly sofisticated lady that left a mark. Only by just giving me good advise with a big smile. She was a lovely lady just sincere and calm and she looked happy.&lt;br /&gt;first advise: just be calm, take ur time ur young&lt;br /&gt;second advise: love yourself,&lt;br /&gt;third advise: don't marry (to young) before ur thirty cause being married comes with responsibillities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just her whole personality made an impression on me. A few weeks before i had a person at my frontoffice and we where just talking about chit chats and i made the joke, thatnhe was just stuck here in the country. He smiled and said seriously: I'll be never stuck. was it the tone of his voice or the comment. but i didn't forgot it. A year before i helped the same person (later the peices just fall in place) and than he gave me the advise that one should always think big. During the year i thought about his advise. funny how people can touch ur life and just dissapear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this: just by people that are passing by :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-8973863608427714187?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/8973863608427714187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=8973863608427714187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8973863608427714187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8973863608427714187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2008/03/remarkable-extrodonary-amazing-people.html' title='remarkable, extrodonary, amazing people'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-281545213488510643</id><published>2008-01-29T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:34:04.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the Fuss 4 nothing</title><content type='html'>Today all i wanted was a chill day, i hardly slept and longed for my bed. But all day long at work there were people... oeff how shall i say and not sound that horrible.... People that can try to sound important bussy, that want to talk talk talk about things in stead of act to solve the problem. Common sense is a god gift, pls use it, it meets u half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since a couple of days i just got irritated and irritated. I think my insomnia was also playing a part in it so i tried to be zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to act correctly even if u know that ur right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-281545213488510643?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/281545213488510643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=281545213488510643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/281545213488510643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/281545213488510643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-fuss-4-nothing.html' title='all the Fuss 4 nothing'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-6282530953776316643</id><published>2008-01-20T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:23:34.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/R50EIpVoewI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2OPOWhplUVA/s1600-h/maria_lourdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160285294618508034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/R50EIpVoewI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2OPOWhplUVA/s200/maria_lourdes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/R50AsZVoeuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rQda-Pq-Tts/s1600-h/maria_lourdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“No time on earth Is long enough to share with those we love or to prepare our hearts for good-bye!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adjie i'am gonna miss you. Why do we people always act like we have the time of the world. Or do i see it the wrong way? Knowing that ur not there anymore sore my heart. Knowing that i not only lost my Grandmother, but also my Godmother tears up my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May your soul rest in peace. Hope ur in a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wees gegroet, Maria, vol van genade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de Heer is met u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gij zijt de gezegende onder de vrouwen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en gezegend is Jezus, de vrucht van uw schoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heilige Maria, Moeder van God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bid voor ons zondaars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nu en in het uur van onze dood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hail Mary, full of grace, The lord is with thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blessed art thou among women and blessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now and at the hour of our death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-6282530953776316643?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6282530953776316643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=6282530953776316643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6282530953776316643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6282530953776316643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2008/01/silent-tribute.html' title='Silent tribute'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/R50EIpVoewI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2OPOWhplUVA/s72-c/maria_lourdes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-7518935323062025697</id><published>2007-08-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:05:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid me.</title><content type='html'>oké today i just did something so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for doing that... argh.. I hate this feeling and i can't believe i jut blurpt it out.. oo iam so stupid.. oeff i can kick my ass for doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i got twisted in someone els game.. oeff. the bitter truth...how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok i confess even iam human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-7518935323062025697?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/7518935323062025697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=7518935323062025697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7518935323062025697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7518935323062025697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid me.'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-4479024636285964394</id><published>2007-07-07T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T14:01:29.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical 07-07-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Ro_9pnKWY0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/TvklOWZcusw/s1600-h/somethin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084561395653436226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Ro_9pnKWY0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/TvklOWZcusw/s200/somethin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all the people that have a date fetisj. YEAHHHHH there is something in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the date to.. Why i don't know... :D&lt;br /&gt;Today  is Saturday, i went to the library to study.. hello its Saturday.. Yeah i know its the things we all do for our study. But i surprised myself.. I liked it today, The weather was sunny with a coll breeze and for a second it felt like me standing in Suriname or Guyana. It was peace full no hectic of the day. Didn't had to rush my day.. It felt so good. hmmm.. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like 5 pm i went home. I had the house for myself. start cooking and than my mom came home.. She brought the twin with her. Ufff they are a hand full.. they can chatter ur ears of ur head haha.. but they are sweet. Than we dined together and i went for a walk with the twin at the playground. after a Little half hour Ilay said, i need to pee.. Oeps.. we rushed back home so he could relief himself. hahaha... funny... Than i made them ready for bed. Anisa in mom's bed and Ilay in my Little brothers bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now its al most 11 pm and iam really tiered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now i will put myself in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep well.(K) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-4479024636285964394?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/4479024636285964394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=4479024636285964394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4479024636285964394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4479024636285964394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/07/magical-07-07-07.html' title='Magical 07-07-07'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Ro_9pnKWY0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/TvklOWZcusw/s72-c/somethin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-2458284525631850229</id><published>2007-06-26T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:40:40.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional drama</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam really so tiered, I had a take home exam.. You would think it would be easy. NOT so i went to bed at 3.30 AM or something and had to wake up at 7.00 AM so u know i had really no sleep. And now i want to sleep, but don't feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that since a while that when i don't sleep enough or if iam to tiered my whole emotional household would be dramatic. I just would sit somewhere and feel sorry for myself. how crazy is that.. First i thought it might be my own crazy thing. I couldn't understand it. Because..It wasn't me. .. Thankfull some off my elderly collegeas recognise the same thing emotional drama. So now iam a litlebit relieved. And try to get my routine.. but still sometimes.. pfff... How important is ur daily routine... feeling this bad and emotional.. i can say.... damn important.. So now iam gonna sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there is hope for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-2458284525631850229?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/2458284525631850229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=2458284525631850229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2458284525631850229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2458284525631850229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/06/emotional-drama.html' title='Emotional drama'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-9070045184686233632</id><published>2007-06-05T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:23:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do in five years?</title><content type='html'>Wow that's a big question for me. I used to live day by day. situation by situation. so thinking about a five year plan. wow. The question is what do i want from live that has been given to me as a gift. Why does that same gift sometimes feels as a curse. What do i ask from live. I think i should ask myself what can i give life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be the honest/ loved / kindest/ generous person, that i can be; I can ask for a great job, a loving family a loving and caring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;, but would i get it. how silly is it to ask.. do you know what....Who cares i go for it.. I want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; so i can express myself and be an help for the persons around me. I want to make a different... I want a loving family of my own, I want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; loving devoted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;life partner&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soul partner&lt;/span&gt;, so shall i be for him... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; Let me see if i can reach it in five years. But first step. i have to trust myself of doing it. That's my higher goal. To life life it fullest. To enjoy it. if there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this mantra.. on the net... will it really work? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hm mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Accept, I Thank, I Surrender. In Front of You; You, the Universe; You, the Cosmos; You, the Guiding Hand, G-D. A Living G-D, the G-D of All Existence. You have returned and restored my living essence, my consciousness of this coming day within me, as a consequence of your beneficence, mercy and goodness. Great is your faith in me and I will not let you down. And I will not let my family down. And I will not let my friends down. And I will not let the stranger down. And in that way, I will not let you down. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My philosophy is that not only are you responsible for your life, but doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the next moment.” Oprah Winfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-9070045184686233632?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/9070045184686233632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=9070045184686233632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/9070045184686233632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/9070045184686233632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-will-you-do-in-five-years.html' title='What will you do in five years?'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-6732994261082027421</id><published>2007-05-28T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:39:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's anatomy</title><content type='html'>''You're my penisfish,'' ''You've crawled in and latched on, and now I can't move or talk or think or even pee without the nagging feeling that something is eating through my organs.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metaphor of the day.. of the epic of Grey's anatomy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEREDITH: [narrating] "Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can't have. Desire leaves us heartbroken, it wears us out. Desire can wreck your life. But as tough as wanting something can be. The people who suffer the most, are those who don't know what they want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEREDITH: [narrating] "Some people believe that without history, our lives amount to nothing. At some point we all have to choose: do we fall back on what we know, or do we step forward to something new? It's hard not to be haunted by our past. Our history is what shapes us... what guides us. Our history resurfaces time after time after time. So we have to remember sometimes the most important history is the history we’re making today."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-6732994261082027421?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6732994261082027421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=6732994261082027421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6732994261082027421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6732994261082027421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s anatomy'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-4285942727268328469</id><published>2007-05-25T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:02:23.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RlcxgpAHsGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GfcKSyrtHso/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068574342460715106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RlcxgpAHsGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GfcKSyrtHso/s200/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is now in my head. I just heart the music off it and now the melody will not go out off my head. It´s so anoying to have that...&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First I was afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was petrified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kept thinking i could never life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;without you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But i spent so many nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thinking how you did me wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I grew strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I learned how to carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and so you're back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from outer space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just walked in to find you here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with that sad look upon your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should have changed my stupid lock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should have made you leave your key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If i had known for just one second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you'd be back to bother me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go on now go walk out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just turn around now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'couse you'r not welcome anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you think I'd crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you think i'd lay down and die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I will stay alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I'll survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not to fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kept trying hard to mend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the pieces of my broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I spent oh so many nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just feeling sorry for myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now i hold my head up high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and you see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somebody new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not that chained up little person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;still in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and so you felt like dropping in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and just expect me te be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now I'm saving all my loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for someone who's loving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lyrics &lt;a title="I Will Survive lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/7/gloria_gaynor/i_will_survive.html"&gt;I Will Survive Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; » &lt;a title="Gloria Gaynor lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/7/gloria_gaynor/"&gt;Gloria Gaynor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-4285942727268328469?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/4285942727268328469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=4285942727268328469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4285942727268328469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4285942727268328469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-survive.html' title='I Will Survive'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RlcxgpAHsGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GfcKSyrtHso/s72-c/DSC00457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-7195638820635131026</id><published>2007-05-24T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:07:42.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stopped living..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RlXTZ5AHsFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o-RaI0my_W8/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068189397426876498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RlXTZ5AHsFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o-RaI0my_W8/s200/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;do you know what my problem is. I stopped living. and Why? I wanted to protect my family and friends, I wanted to save the world, that wasn't mine to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped living a long time ago. Now i am lost in the reality. You think people would do the same thing for you, when your black day would come. But the bitter truth is that they live further. Without looking back. stupid me. was i that naive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped living because i couldn't enjoy life, knowing that the people i loved were unhappy and in pain. So i stopped living. I stopped my love, my luck, my everything for the higher goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.&lt;/strong&gt; --Maria Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-7195638820635131026?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/7195638820635131026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=7195638820635131026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7195638820635131026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7195638820635131026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-stopped-living.html' title='I stopped living..'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RlXTZ5AHsFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o-RaI0my_W8/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-7537923696337440733</id><published>2007-05-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:39:30.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hinduwisdom.info/images/dancing_shiva_batikpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.hinduwisdom.info/images/dancing_shiva_batikpainting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Natya Karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Khantaanyat Lambayat GeetamHastana Artha PradakshayatChakshubhyam Darshayat BhavomPadabhyam Tala AcheraitYato Hasta Stato DrushtiYato Drushti Stato ManahaYato Manaha Stato BhavomYato Bhavom Stato Rasaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;खंतान्यत लम्बयत गीताम्हास्ताना अर्थ प्रदक्षयात्चाक्शुभ्यम दर्शायत भावोम्पदाभ्यम टला अचेरैत्यातो हस्त स्तातो दृष्टियातो दृष्टी स्तातो मनाहयातो मनः स्तातो भावोम्यतो भावों स्तातो रसः&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;keep the song in your troath&lt;br /&gt;bring out the meaning&lt;br /&gt;Your glance should be full of expression&lt;br /&gt;While your feet maintain the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Where the hand goes, there the eyes should follow&lt;br /&gt;Where the eyes are, the mind should follow&lt;br /&gt;Where the mind is, there the expression should be brought out&lt;br /&gt;Where the expression is, there the flavor will be experienced (by the audience).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i miss dancing on the kathak, odisee style, Not fancy, bollywood or Salsa. Just the old style. I just loved the rythms. Hmm shayed i should start again. If i just read the qoute above.. And i sigh, I loved to express myself in dance. Strange to say it but dance comfort me when i was sad, when i was happy. It was full of passion. Even if there were rules you had to follow. Oefff.. me have to dance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-7537923696337440733?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/7537923696337440733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=7537923696337440733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7537923696337440733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7537923696337440733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-dancing.html' title='I miss dancing'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-6483704539714447064</id><published>2007-05-21T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:53:22.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How logic are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Logical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/logic.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic&lt;br /&gt;While you don't have perfect logic, you logic is pretty darn good&lt;br /&gt;Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Logical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. maybe i should think logically...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-6483704539714447064?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6483704539714447064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=6483704539714447064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6483704539714447064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6483704539714447064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-logic-are-you.html' title='How logic are you?'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-2836633887439676624</id><published>2007-05-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:40:11.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner European</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is Russian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/russian.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mysterious and exotic.You've got a great balance of danger and allure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian....hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-2836633887439676624?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/2836633887439676624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=2836633887439676624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2836633887439676624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2836633887439676624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-inner-european.html' title='My Inner European'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-7131479716596538778</id><published>2007-05-21T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:59:19.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia de-fect</title><content type='html'>Last night i was suffering from temporary insomnia. We had a short Holiday leave. You should think that would be enough to be on your feats again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.. me was having difficulties with sleeping, and the result was that my whole day was drained. I couldn't get out of bed, and when i did things were going very slowly. At work i just noticed that i had a short string of being moody, towards my trainee and clients. Oeff bad off me. So. So i had to be very alert on my inner self. Otherwise i would say things, that i would be regretting later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night rest is so import. Sometimes i ask myself, how come some people can live day and night without sleeping and still be alert. Damn. Think I'm getting old. I love my cosybed, but last night he wasn't soft and cosy. He couldn't rock me to fall in sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tonight he will be cosy and soft again. perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-7131479716596538778?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/7131479716596538778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=7131479716596538778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7131479716596538778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/7131479716596538778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/insomnia-de-fect.html' title='Insomnia de-fect'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-654581338121684123</id><published>2007-05-19T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:40:33.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being messed up</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am one of those people that is a mess at the moment or the most of the time. I try to find my own life, my own path. I try to do the right thing, but still there is something, i do wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this confusion.  i hate blogging. Because i can't express myself like i would. Every time i try, i just get blackout. Got stuck middle in a sentence. Shayed blogging is nothing form me. It just confuse me more about my inner self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-654581338121684123?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/654581338121684123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=654581338121684123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/654581338121684123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/654581338121684123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-messed-up.html' title='Being messed up'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-9165687718580782955</id><published>2007-05-18T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:35:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Empty Soul Lyrics - Finding Myself Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I don't care anymore if I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I believe that I need to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm so used to my life with you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I don't know anymore....the real me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And i thought i found my self today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I thought that I had control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the change in my life just fell away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For a moment I didn't need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All these tears that I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You must be tired of taking care of me but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Its what you do best and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm a liar cause really its what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I thought that I found myself today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I thought that I had control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the change in my life just fell away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For a moment I didn't need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Someone like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Maybe its change that set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Free....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I thought that I found myself today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I thought that I had control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the change in my life just fell away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For a moment I didn't need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I thought that I found myself today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I thought that I had control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the change in my life just fell away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For a moment I didn't need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-9165687718580782955?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/9165687718580782955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=9165687718580782955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/9165687718580782955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/9165687718580782955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/smile-empty-soul-lyrics-finding-myself.html' title='Smile Empty Soul Lyrics - Finding Myself Lyrics'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-3464610828863825267</id><published>2007-05-14T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:26:26.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thankfull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkjh2yetihI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aMrHVgHRZNs/s1600-h/75645.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546112357894674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkjh2yetihI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aMrHVgHRZNs/s200/75645.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, i am thankful for just being me. And having family and friends around me. There are not much moments in life, for the gratefull- feelings.. So hearby i just wanna say.. Iam thankfull... for this moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-3464610828863825267?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/3464610828863825267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=3464610828863825267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/3464610828863825267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/3464610828863825267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-thankfull.html' title='Being thankfull'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkjh2yetihI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aMrHVgHRZNs/s72-c/75645.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-8967734420618665948</id><published>2007-05-14T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:02:23.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiF8CetifI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1ZdBf_OBjC0/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064445047482452466" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiF8CetifI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1ZdBf_OBjC0/s200/DSC00330.JPG" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiFPietieI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Nnx2d7ElZ94/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064444282978273762" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiFPietieI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Nnx2d7ElZ94/s200/DSC00328.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiGgietigI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bYbkzVtrT5s/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064445674547677698" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiGgietigI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bYbkzVtrT5s/s200/DSC00331.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a tourist in my own country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-8967734420618665948?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/8967734420618665948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=8967734420618665948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8967734420618665948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8967734420618665948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/highway.html' title='Highway'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiF8CetifI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1ZdBf_OBjC0/s72-c/DSC00330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-4989832606126847118</id><published>2007-05-14T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:43:33.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiCQSetidI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T7VO2gfrQ7M/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064440997328292306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiCQSetidI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T7VO2gfrQ7M/s200/DSC00249.JPG" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiBzCeticI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uGfwkz_z430/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064440494817118658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiBzCeticI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uGfwkz_z430/s200/DSC00250.JPG" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiBUietibI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dwiRmJjkyqE/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064439970831108530" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiBUietibI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dwiRmJjkyqE/s200/DSC00247.JPG" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiA4yetiaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z6h1LvydwXI/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064439494089738658" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiA4yetiaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z6h1LvydwXI/s200/DSC00246.JPG" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The architecture is so beautiful, sadly this is a remake of the real one. During my visit to India we went to Ramoji's film studio. I am not a fan of those kind of sets, but still i like the building. Maybe one day i can visit the real historical building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-4989832606126847118?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/4989832606126847118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=4989832606126847118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4989832606126847118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4989832606126847118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-architecture.html' title='Great architecture'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkiCQSetidI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T7VO2gfrQ7M/s72-c/DSC00249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-6564203427930241422</id><published>2007-05-13T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:27:42.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking in the old style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkd0fyeth4I/AAAAAAAAABM/Wzlz_lpmu3k/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064144395476764546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkd0fyeth4I/AAAAAAAAABM/Wzlz_lpmu3k/s400/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooking on the old style, and believe me it was delicious.. yammie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-6564203427930241422?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6564203427930241422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=6564203427930241422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6564203427930241422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6564203427930241422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/cooking-in-old-style.html' title='Cooking in the old style'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkd0fyeth4I/AAAAAAAAABM/Wzlz_lpmu3k/s72-c/DSC00312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-2112275334938787668</id><published>2007-05-13T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:16:09.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panjayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkdveieth3I/AAAAAAAAABE/W066wUvNnR8/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064138876443789170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkdveieth3I/AAAAAAAAABE/W066wUvNnR8/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time in the Village, there was a big panjayed discussion. It made a great picture. For me, from the west, it was a new sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-2112275334938787668?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/2112275334938787668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=2112275334938787668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2112275334938787668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/2112275334938787668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/panjayed.html' title='Panjayed'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/Rkdveieth3I/AAAAAAAAABE/W066wUvNnR8/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-6808846759762030381</id><published>2007-05-13T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:54:20.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkdsfCeth2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KUsBz3RPFFE/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064135586498840418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkdsfCeth2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KUsBz3RPFFE/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling a littlebit free, in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-6808846759762030381?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6808846759762030381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=6808846759762030381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6808846759762030381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6808846759762030381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-sky.html' title='In the Sky'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkdsfCeth2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KUsBz3RPFFE/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-8901211469083652337</id><published>2007-05-13T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:47:34.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutting Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkdqLSeth1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YqsBqWlHfR4/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064133048173168466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkdqLSeth1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YqsBqWlHfR4/s400/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I like this picture i captured, during my stay in India. They were cutting the tree, but half way they stopped. So you, let me know what you think when you see this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-8901211469083652337?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/8901211469083652337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=8901211469083652337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8901211469083652337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8901211469083652337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/cutting-tree.html' title='The cutting Tree'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uF4zhWWIMns/RkdqLSeth1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YqsBqWlHfR4/s72-c/DSC00148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-5107035901681277819</id><published>2007-05-10T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:05:38.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like or be liked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-May those that love us, love us.And those that don’t love us,May God turn their hearts.And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,May he turn their ankles,So we’ll know them by their limping.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, i think this is a nice Irish Toast. Ok ok the ankles parts sounds qreepy, but even than it is a methafor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why are we men, so bussy with liking people and backwards. Ok most of us will say, "Hell no i'm not into those habits. I don't care if people like me or not". But my question is.. really? will you be that unsensitive, that it will not effect you. In my case. It will but there are levels...People can get to me in this case only if i have feelings/ emotions for them. You can say familiy and friends. And people in general, they stand further off me. But even than, it will effect me, but less. Should i admire those people that can shut themself of feelings, or should i be thankfull of my own feeling of being a human? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe the answer will come one day..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-5107035901681277819?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/5107035901681277819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=5107035901681277819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/5107035901681277819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/5107035901681277819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-or-be-liked.html' title='Like or be liked'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-3380208681244402479</id><published>2007-04-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:02:59.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sinner, I'm a saint</title><content type='html'>I hate the world today You're so good to me&lt;br /&gt;I know but I can't change&lt;br /&gt;Tried to tell you but you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe I'm an angel underneath&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and sweet Yesterday I cried&lt;br /&gt;You must have been relieved to see the softer side&lt;br /&gt;I can understand how you'd be so confused I don't envy you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit of everything&lt;br /&gt;All rolled into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm no mother&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to extremes&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will change&lt;br /&gt;And today won't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm no mother&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you've got me figured out&lt;br /&gt;The season's already changing&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cool you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm no mother&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;You know you wouldn't want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a tease&lt;br /&gt;I'm a goddess on my knees&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt, when you suffer I'm your angel undercover&lt;br /&gt;I've been dumped, I'm revived&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm not alive You know I wouldn't want it any other way ***************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-3380208681244402479?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/3380208681244402479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=3380208681244402479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/3380208681244402479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/3380208681244402479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sinner-im-saint.html' title='I&apos;m a sinner, I&apos;m a saint'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-4895310250314974023</id><published>2007-03-02T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:56:23.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Installing Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  Yes, ... how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:         Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?Customer:        Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running ?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:   No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer   disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components."  What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files:   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will   overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:        Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool   modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:      Thank you, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-4895310250314974023?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/4895310250314974023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=4895310250314974023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4895310250314974023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/4895310250314974023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/03/installing-love-tech-support-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-8622281344322010315</id><published>2007-02-17T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:14:02.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.osho.com/magazine/tarot/picCards/Zen024TheCreator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.osho.com/magazine/tarot/picCards/Zen024TheCreator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.osho.com/magazine/tarot/picCards/Zen024TheCreator.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:location.reload()" target="_self"&gt;Try Again &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness&lt;br /&gt;Mind can never be intelligent - only no-mind is intelligent. Only no-mind is original and radical. Only no-mind is revolutionary - revolution in action. This mind gives you a sort of stupor. Burdened by the memories of the past, burdened by the projections of the future, you go on living - at the minimum. You don't live at the maximum. Your flame remains very dim. Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises - clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is.&lt;br /&gt;Osho A Sudden Clash of Thunder Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary:&lt;br /&gt;The veil of illusion, or maya, that has been keeping you from perceiving reality as it is, is starting to burn away. The fire is not the heated fire of passion, but the cool flame of awareness. As it burns the veil, the face of a very delicate and childlike buddha becomes visible. The awareness that is growing in you now is not the result of any conscious "doing", nor do you need to struggle to make something happen. Any sense you might have had that you've been groping in the dark is dissolving now, or will be dissolving soon. Let yourself settle, and remember that deep inside you are just a witness, eternally silent, aware and unchanged. A channel is now opening from the circumference of activity to that center of witnessing. It will help you to become detached, and a new awareness will lift the veil from your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. De Schepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:location.reload()" target="_self"&gt;Probeer nog eens &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Schepper&lt;br /&gt;Er zijn twee soorten scheppers in de wereld: het ene soort schepper werkt met objecten - dichters, schilders, zij werken met objecten, zij creëren dingen; het andere soort schepper, de mysticus, schept zichzelf. Hij werkt niet met objecten, hij werkt met het subject; hij werkt aan zichzelf, zijn eigen wezen. En hij is de ware schepper, de ware dichter, want hij maakt van zichzelf een meesterwerk. In jou zit een meesterwerk verborgen, maar je staat zelf in de weg. Stap opzij, dan wordt het meesterwerk onthuld. Iedereen is een meesterwerk, want God schenkt nooit het leven aan iets dat minder is. Ieder draagt dat verborgen meesterwerk levens lang met zich mee en weet niet wie hij is; alleen aan de oppervlakte probeert hij iemand te worden. Laat het idee varen dat je iemand moet worden, want je bent al een meesterwerk. Je bent niet voor verbetering vatbaar. Je hoeft het alleen maar te vinden, te weten, te beseffen. God zelf heeft je geschapen, je bent niet voor verbetering vatbaar.&lt;br /&gt;Osho Ah, This! Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kommentaar&lt;br /&gt;De zen-meester op deze kaart heeft de vuurenergie getemd en is in staat deze voor creatieve in plaats van destructieve doeleinden te gebruiken. Hij nodigt ons uit het inzicht, verkregen door hen die meester zijn geworden over het vuur van de hartstocht zonder dit te onderdrukken of destructief en onevenwichtig te laten worden, te herkennen en er deelgenoot van te worden. Hij is zo geïntegreerd dat er geen verschil meer bestaat tussen wie hij van binnen is en wie hij in de buitenwereld is. Hij biedt dit inzicht en deze integratie aan als geschenk aan iedereen die bij hem komt, de gave van het scheppende licht dat uit het centrum van zijn wezen straalt. De Vuurheer vertelt ons dat alles wat we nu ondernemen, vanuit het inzicht dat volwassenheid met zich meebrengt, ons eigen leven en het leven van anderen zal verrijken. Gebruik alle vermogens die je hebt, alles wat je van je eigen levenservaring hebt geleerd; het is tijd om je te uiten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-8622281344322010315?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/8622281344322010315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=8622281344322010315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8622281344322010315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/8622281344322010315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/02/osho.html' title='Osho'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-5861361368173034542</id><published>2007-02-14T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:23:00.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine day</title><content type='html'>still learning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-5861361368173034542?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/5861361368173034542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=5861361368173034542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/5861361368173034542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/5861361368173034542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-day.html' title='Valentine day'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-6253176515475251910</id><published>2007-01-31T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:28:57.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain-thoughts</title><content type='html'>do you know how hard it is to blog something about yourself. That strangers kan read have a peak in side your head...- LOL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home from work, it was raining, but i didn't mind. mine thoughts could go its way... It was nice. The fresh air was coming towards me.. And i looked after a long time to the expression on peoples faces. It was nice... The whole setup was dramatic dark rainy day,but people where laughing and walking fast to their destination. Even me. But the rain made me..uhmm how shall i descibe it.. it made me feel free in some kind of strange way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my day went by, by observing people. I just love to read the emotions on someones face. so impressive. That brings me on a topic. I can be so happy if someone tells me that they found love in their life. It just makes me happy. To see people how they found love.. or if someone tells me good news.. i can be more happier than the other person. Some people cant understand that or find it strange. But for me it is normal to show your affection/ emotion to others if you mean it. Why should we pretend or hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really ask myself, why are people so insecure. I know they are afraid of getting hurt. But isn't it that you just learn from all your mistakes and. That being insecure is a caracter habbit that you have to work on it. Just get all those strange ghost away from your head. Everyone has its own insecurities, but it doesn't mean that it has to rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my head is going on and on.. from one topic to another. hope you reader can draw a line in it. and that you can understand what iam trying to write /say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-6253176515475251910?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/6253176515475251910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=6253176515475251910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6253176515475251910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/6253176515475251910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-thoughts.html' title='rain-thoughts'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116948882292391365</id><published>2007-01-22T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:00:22.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Yourself</title><content type='html'>When you find yourself in some far off place&lt;br /&gt;and it causes you to rethink some things&lt;br /&gt;You start to sense that slowly you're becoming someone else&lt;br /&gt;And then you find yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make new friends in a brand new town&lt;br /&gt;and you start to think about settling down&lt;br /&gt;The things that would have been lost on you &lt;br /&gt;are now clear as a bell&lt;br /&gt;And you find yourself,&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats when you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you go through life&lt;br /&gt;so sure of where you're headed&lt;br /&gt;And you wind up lost&lt;br /&gt;and its the best thing that could have happened&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes when you lose your way, its really just as well&lt;br /&gt;because you find yourself,&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's when you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brad P. from the Movie "Cars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116948882292391365?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116948882292391365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116948882292391365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116948882292391365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116948882292391365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/01/find-yourself.html' title='Find Yourself'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116863550811764794</id><published>2007-01-12T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:58:28.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sad</title><content type='html'>If you can imagine it you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it. --William Arthur Ward --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the stories that begins ones in a lifetime there was A.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case you can say ones in a life time a was a dreamer, but I think I lost myself. Is it a hard lesson of life or is it a hard lesson of having dreams, getting your hopes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yak... Need to get these darkclouds out of my head. Don't want to be philosophical today, It just makes me sad. Why I don't know. I'm just sad. Why there is a lot of reasons for it. But if you look at it from the sidelines it would look so small.. &lt;br /&gt;What can I say, its the small things that makes me happy, that what's me to enjoy life. But I'm caught in a world, where people just rush in to life, without any meaning of it value. Day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sad. India changed me in a sort of way. What shall I say, got a lot of time to think. But even than I don't have the answers on my questions. Strange. Life doesn't give you always the answers by thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116863550811764794?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116863550811764794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116863550811764794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116863550811764794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116863550811764794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-sad.html' title='Feeling sad'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116863372277955659</id><published>2007-01-12T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:28:42.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays</title><content type='html'>Last Christmas &amp; holiday I was for the first time in India. After a culture shock it was a nice vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short impression of Mumbai..&lt;br /&gt;gosh that city is so crowded and there are so many poor people living there. I liked the spirit of the people towards on. How they lived. They had so little but even than they could survive. I don't think I would survive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nizamabad / Armur / Nyaped ( if you write it like that)&lt;br /&gt;It was nice it was like the typical mid gow culture. It was nice being there. The air was fresh and I could rest for a while. A way from al the busy lifetracks etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyderabad&lt;br /&gt;That I call a nice city, a lot of historical buildings and siteseeings and it was browsing al day. It looked like they don't sleep in India. It was worse than Mumbai hahaha in a good way ofcourse. What I noticed in India last Dec/ Jan there was every day somewhere in the city a wedding. I looked like there was a hype on the shaadi theme in this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all by all India was good for a first expression. And it really deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still my heart lies in my birthcountry... not Europe nor India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116863372277955659?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116863372277955659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116863372277955659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116863372277955659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116863372277955659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2007/01/holidays.html' title='The holidays'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116440380972065982</id><published>2006-11-24T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:33:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enneagram / G. I. Gurdjieff</title><content type='html'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G._I._Gurdjieff&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enneagram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the first link before looking at the Enneagram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an other intresting side, just have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.arsfloreat.nl/essay-1-plato.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116440380972065982?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116440380972065982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116440380972065982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116440380972065982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116440380972065982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2006/11/enneagram-g-i-gurdjieff.html' title='Enneagram / G. I. Gurdjieff'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116428297059146243</id><published>2006-11-23T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T03:56:40.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chimera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/chimera.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very outgoing and well connected to many people.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others.&lt;br /&gt;You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others.&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116428297059146243?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116428297059146243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116428297059146243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116428297059146243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116428297059146243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-chimera-you-are-very-outgoing.html' title=''/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116346577074373206</id><published>2006-11-13T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:08:27.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4582/3926/1600/image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4582/3926/200/image7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being and feeling sick for several weeks now. Just having symptom of the flue. And now trying to live as normal as I can. But at a moment it breaks U..  I just want to be better of/or be sick nothing between it. aarrrggg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was a little frustration that had to be out of my system. pff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just was passing some bloggers and read about someone loosing in one week a few persons to God. I just heard yesterday that a friend lost his dada, and after reading the blog i heard that an other person lost a good friend and again someone has passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part is that all over the world people die, but you don't stand still about it. Just when one is having fun, somewhere else in the world someone is facing dukh of a deceased one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always tell you don't worry they go to heaven etc. Don't cry, they gone to a better place than earth. I often ask myself is that true. Knowing how it feels to have lost a few very important persons in life. And still I can't let it go. Just want to talk and hug them. Shall I always miss them like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an other thing I really dislike. If someone past away you give you're condolence to a person. I really hate that word. It''s the opposite of congratulations. &lt;br /&gt;even in Dutch I hate that word. gecondoleerd and the opposite is gefelicteerd. Who the hell came up with that stupid insensitive, cold word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back on the topic. I hope god has a good plan for al those people he took from us. And may all their souls be in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116346577074373206?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116346577074373206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116346577074373206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116346577074373206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116346577074373206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on!!!'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116330796363761053</id><published>2006-11-11T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:06:45.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4582/3926/1600/image9.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4582/3926/200/image9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is going ballistic at the moment, even if my body rejects its just having to much thoughts at the same time. One moment I'm just chill and thinking about the nice things of my life and the other side I just see my whole past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the elderly often say.. Girl don't look back. Move forward and don't give up hope in live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel so strange, why do I think about the past and why can't I let it behind me. If I just look back how I might reacted when I was 19 or younger than now. Not that I am that much older. I just can not figure it out. Why don't I have the courage to pull myself out of misery and live my life at the fullest. Why am I stuck. Just like a stoptrain, that stops to often and for to long time. Why does it feel like everybody is moving on with their lives and I'm standing still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again I can just wonder and ask the same question why! But shall I get an answer on it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toninght I experienced the same old pain, but today I wasn't the person with all the obligations. I just saw a dear friend going trough that pain. I had for many years. So these kinds of event is for mine person enough to have thoughts of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116330796363761053?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116330796363761053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116330796363761053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116330796363761053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116330796363761053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2006/11/walking-in-circle.html' title='Walking in circle'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-116215013520184430</id><published>2006-10-29T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:45:10.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little sunshine,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4582/3926/640/45938/radjay%20love%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4582/3926/640/45938/radjay%20love%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Aman went to the doctor yesterday and got his annual injection (jakkes). During the day he got high fever. It was just heartbreaking tohear him cry all day long, Looking at his big eyes and red cones, But his Nana played with him and he cheered up. It just lightend up his pain a little bit. His mom overnighted with him at her mom's place. The whole night Baby had pain and fever and cried. We treid everything to relief him from his pain, massage, vicks etc. So at one moment he fell in sleep. To everybody's relief. Now we could fall in sleep to. I had to wake up early but couldn't fall a sleep, that was a bummer, so i just tried to read. The baby woke up again en started te cry. His nani couldn't get him a sleep again. He just cried his longs out. It was so sad to hear. Than i went to him and picked him up. He tried to cry with tears but he can't cry, so he was so stiff and disordered. My heart just broke by seeing this, i felt his pain. So i just hold him in my arms and wiged him to sleep and talked to him, he calmed down and i felt he reacted on me. I  know how he reacts on the gaytrie mantra so i song it for him than he fell in sleep as a happy little baby. I told him that if he is not able te cry so he shouldn't try. He looked so peacefull in his sleep. And than my alarm went off and i had to go hit the showers and go to work. I wanted to stay in bed and just hug him all the time,or be on his side. My little sunshine was still sleeping as an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi my short story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-116215013520184430?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/116215013520184430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=116215013520184430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116215013520184430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/116215013520184430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-little-sunshine.html' title='My little sunshine,'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35314197.post-115973255506049073</id><published>2006-10-01T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:23:03.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall I tell.</title><content type='html'>The question is: can someone truly love another person. Is that possibe? When can we talk about true love? Yeah I know, the most Enigma and at the same time paradox questions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a conversation with my friend from secudaire school. I know her for more than 10 years now. And we both are in our twenties, for the indianculture we're old. For the society we should be married and have at least two childeren.. LOL. So we're expired hahaha can you imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both are playing with the question if its possible to love someone so deeply that you can forget yourself. Is it really possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a character, he is smart, funny and different than al those other boys that I know. How often did you hear that :S You can say he is my Mr. Big, I just think and dream about him the whole day, he is my devil, my luxury of sin :sight: &lt;br /&gt;But there is a but. But now I'm just confused, yeah I'm in a state of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How people can change with every moment in life.  The older you get, the more you know that life is not a Bollywood movie or just a love story you read in a good novel. Life itself is a enigma and don't start with love... It's so confusing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;words words words...it's you that put meaning to it&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35314197-115973255506049073?l=kraboe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/feeds/115973255506049073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35314197&amp;postID=115973255506049073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/115973255506049073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35314197/posts/default/115973255506049073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraboe.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-shall-i-tell.html' title='What shall I tell.'/><author><name>Joyce - words words words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034433547031975240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ende.cc/bk2/images/enigma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
