<?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-7160312781817542158</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:54:11.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is oh so colourful!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-7853825563326061449</id><published>2009-05-08T15:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:40:54.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is overleden. :( We zagen het al wel aankomen, maar het is toch heel vreemd.&lt;br /&gt;Maar zit nog beetje in de ontkenningsfase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;geloof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebben ook &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vakantie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; naar Medulin, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kroatië&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; geboekt.&lt;br /&gt;(Judith, Selay, Michel, Julius, Kristijan &amp;amp;ik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nieuwe kleertjes voor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;zomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SgQ0OaVevHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MG9IWVA429g/s1600-h/CIMG3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333445280905739378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SgQ0OaVevHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MG9IWVA429g/s320/CIMG3163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;verliefd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; op de shorts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-7853825563326061449?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/7853825563326061449/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=7853825563326061449' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/7853825563326061449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/7853825563326061449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoi.html' title=''/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SgQ0OaVevHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MG9IWVA429g/s72-c/CIMG3163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-1505335523734256352</id><published>2009-05-03T21:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:31:34.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I´m not</title><content type='html'>Oh no don't go changing, that's what you told me from the start&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were something different, that's when it all just fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you're so perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I cant measure up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I'm not perfect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just all messed up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else but now I see&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna pretend so this is the end of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz the girl that you want, she was tearing us apart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz she's everything, everything I'm not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I need somebody, telling me where I should go at night&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry you'll find somebody, someone to tell how to live their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz your so perfect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And no one measures up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youre all by yourself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all messed up! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else, but now I see&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna pretend so this is the end, of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz the girl that you want, she was tearing us apart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz she's everything, everything I'm not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait a minute, because of you, I never knew all the things that I have&lt;br /&gt;Hey don't you get it, im not going anywhere with you tonight coz &lt;strong&gt;this is my life! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else, but now I see&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna pretend so this is the end, of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz the girl that you want, she was tearing us apart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz she's everything, everything I'm not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I see I don't wanna pretend so this is the end, of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz the girl that you want, she was tearing us apart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz she's everything, everything I'm not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-1505335523734256352?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/1505335523734256352/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=1505335523734256352' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/1505335523734256352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/1505335523734256352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-im-not.html' title='Everything I´m not'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-1803527515952588421</id><published>2009-05-03T13:36:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:52:58.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We are mermaids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sf2Dc9M0jrI/AAAAAAAAADg/82-D9szLDIo/s1600-h/SNC12975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331562067364449970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sf2Dc9M0jrI/AAAAAAAAADg/82-D9szLDIo/s200/SNC12975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day yesterday, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Julia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we've &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pretended to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mermaids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that you don´t know what that means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're most likely going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nijmegen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;on Tuesday, together with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;pretty! --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sf2D-6SIA1I/AAAAAAAAADo/Ejc0Km6IrVc/s1600-h/SNC12974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331562650696942418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sf2D-6SIA1I/AAAAAAAAADo/Ejc0Km6IrVc/s320/SNC12974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;MERMAIDPICTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sf2EqTV4TlI/AAAAAAAAADw/7AnMzKMB1PU/s1600-h/SNC13033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331563396157951570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sf2EqTV4TlI/AAAAAAAAADw/7AnMzKMB1PU/s320/SNC13033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;(&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-1803527515952588421?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/1803527515952588421/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=1803527515952588421' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/1803527515952588421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/1803527515952588421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-mermaids.html' title='We are mermaids!'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sf2Dc9M0jrI/AAAAAAAAADg/82-D9szLDIo/s72-c/SNC12975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-4096915365812589806</id><published>2009-04-28T21:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:08:16.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notverynice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is not such a &lt;strong&gt;colourful &lt;/strong&gt;day, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being productive at all and I've spent a lot of energy on really negative things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know what to do with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To show you how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;useless my day was I will show you a stupid &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of myself and my pig and a picture of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my day. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SfdgVDqzCFI/AAAAAAAAADI/CxSVp9-eJlw/s1600-h/me%26piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329834598894602322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SfdgVDqzCFI/AAAAAAAAADI/CxSVp9-eJlw/s320/me%26piggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sfdg7gPgFpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8sH_Pnu5qfc/s1600-h/CIMG2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329835259399771794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/Sfdg7gPgFpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8sH_Pnu5qfc/s320/CIMG2979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, those are real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mini-marshmallows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in my hot chocolate. I am &lt;strong&gt;such &lt;/strong&gt;a lucky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to write, peoples.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand my feelings and most other people just suck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;messed up&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess that says it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAWR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I h a t e this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-4096915365812589806?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/4096915365812589806/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=4096915365812589806' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/4096915365812589806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/4096915365812589806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2009/04/notverynice.html' title='Notverynice.'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SfdgVDqzCFI/AAAAAAAAADI/CxSVp9-eJlw/s72-c/me%26piggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-2362628335927938961</id><published>2009-01-11T21:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:55:58.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of energy.</title><content type='html'>Hiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;posting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a lot around here lately. I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know why. It is because I don't have a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have to think really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about how to spend my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and which things will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me energy and that's why I'm not&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blogging anymore. It might also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because I'm writing in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. It's a nice way of letting myself&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; down and putting my thoughts of the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into words. Of course this is also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by typing a blog, but I'm always writing in my diary when I'm in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so it's something I got used to a little bit. I might post &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes, like I do now, but only when I really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-2362628335927938961?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/2362628335927938961/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=2362628335927938961' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/2362628335927938961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/2362628335927938961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2009/01/lack-of-energy.html' title='Lack of energy.'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-6658745728246924614</id><published>2008-10-24T16:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:53:32.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey until now.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've typed a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here, but now I deleted it by accident.&lt;br /&gt;Blurhh..&lt;br /&gt;Well, the main thing that I said was that I had a screwed-up day, but from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on I want it to get better so it will get better and I will have lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tonight at the Zenith.&lt;br /&gt;And I had to do a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Dutch class but my teacher's girlfriend just had her baby last night so he didn't show and we sent him a card and went to deliver it at his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but we didn't see him.&lt;br /&gt;And that sentence was supposed to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; messy and too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xxR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-6658745728246924614?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/6658745728246924614/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=6658745728246924614' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/6658745728246924614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/6658745728246924614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2008/10/grey-until-now.html' title='Grey until now.'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-2660436857242909911</id><published>2008-10-19T21:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:28:22.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I don't really feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tonight. Let's put it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would once &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jealous of a f*cking game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xxR'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've bought a nice new dress, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SPuKQCMtNiI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZhkB8V2WGR4/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258948997957891618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SPuKQCMtNiI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZhkB8V2WGR4/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-2660436857242909911?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/2660436857242909911/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=2660436857242909911' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/2660436857242909911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/2660436857242909911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2008/10/tonight.html' title='Tonight.'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SPuKQCMtNiI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZhkB8V2WGR4/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-334089736301801002</id><published>2008-10-15T22:49:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:46:45.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My inspiration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SPZiOEMllTI/AAAAAAAAACY/13mdfGGZbmw/s1600-h/oma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257497608785859890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SPZiOEMllTI/AAAAAAAAACY/13mdfGGZbmw/s400/oma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe that's because I know what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is behind it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a photo of my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grandmother&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the changing of the seasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my grandmother, she's ninety-two years old and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;optimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though she can't practically do anything &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anymore, she enjoys&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and is happy to be, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the happy &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;still there. I find that an admirable way of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;her enjoying life, being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and just, I don't know, glowing. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this picture and I want to put it up in my room in a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which - I think - is what I am actually going to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture radiates &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; figuratively and literally! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm off again, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;xxR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-334089736301801002?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/334089736301801002/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=334089736301801002' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/334089736301801002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/334089736301801002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-inspiration.html' title='My inspiration!'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SPZiOEMllTI/AAAAAAAAACY/13mdfGGZbmw/s72-c/oma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-3700283907356005200</id><published>2008-10-07T16:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:48:03.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is yellow!</title><content type='html'>Today is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day so I think it's yellow, because I think yellow is a colour that represents &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Some people say it's the colour of hate, but I don't think colours represent negative things. As you've probably already noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happier, because I feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;calmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling more comfortable about school, because I'm ahead in class on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ouple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of subjects that I find difficult, Greek, maths and history. Though maths is getting tougher after 34 assignments.&lt;br /&gt;(That's where I'm stuck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now.)&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I'm looking forward to the weekend, most of all because it's my mum's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday and most nice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we know are coming to visit. S &amp;amp; K are coming too, S in the afternoon and K in the evening, after I finish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dance class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which I'm also looking forward to, because we're learning this dance I totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (until this point). The song speeds up after a while, but the beginning I find totally&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's classical and slow and well, I just love it! Our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dance teacher likes exactly the kind of music I like, so that rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid it's homework-time now, so I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;xxR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-3700283907356005200?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/3700283907356005200/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=3700283907356005200' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/3700283907356005200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/3700283907356005200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-yellow.html' title='Today is yellow!'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-1710554072416647582</id><published>2008-10-02T22:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:41:57.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so bright a day..</title><content type='html'>Well.. what is there to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;If I would say today has not been nice at all, I will do my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;afternoon with my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day we have been&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for 21 months. I think it is great that we have made it to this point, because even though we love each other very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there have been some tough times.&lt;br /&gt;There have also been tough &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;times &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for me personally, and if it seems as if your loved one is almost never doing good, that can be quite exhausting for you. So to make a long &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; short, I am glad we made it this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I hope that our love can overcome the differences for another long time. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, my day got sucky. For no apparent&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I did not feel like being productive anymore. I actually had to prepare a lecture I am having&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and study for a literature test for German which is very&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; important&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I did not even get myself to do one of them. I was just.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; empty and hollow. I did not quite see any colours. My mum was at a parents' night at school about (my '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' after) this school year and my dad was there too, with her! Though I thought that was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I would have wanted to be there, to do something for me together with both of them. But unfortunately, this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;event&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was parent-only.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so my mum was not there to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to and I could not get myself to do anything I was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I called my love, because I suddenly began having this insecure breakdown and the conversation did not end&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hung up, because I felt hurt. That is more the case. Actually, I know I should not call him when I feel like that, it will only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;create &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tension. But still I was hoping he would be &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and comforting about me feeling insecure or something. I don't even know exactly what I was expecting. I just know I have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; myself feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a message somewhat less &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, right? I'm sorry, but I'm trying to listen to my own message I posted the day before yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Keep seeing the colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;I try. But I guess &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-1710554072416647582?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/1710554072416647582/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=1710554072416647582' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/1710554072416647582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/1710554072416647582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-so-bright-day.html' title='Not so bright a day..'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-8188792783790245183</id><published>2008-10-01T21:23:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:07:57.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear grandfather,</title><content type='html'>If &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would ask me who my biggest inspiration is in life, I would not have to think about that question for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; second.&lt;br /&gt;It would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At some times I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so sorry for the fact you're not here anymore, not only because you were my grandfather and I loved you so much, but also because you were an &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inspirational &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;human being, and I could have learned so much more from you in the&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always used to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me things, to teach me, by telling me what you knew. I now feel stupid for not listening sometimes, or not listening &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough to remember what you had told me. You told me about squares when I was nine. We sat in our &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you told me a story about a king who made a deal with an ignorant farmer. The king made the farmer &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he would do something for him (what that was, I forgot), but only if each day, the farmer would give him double the amount of sacks of grain that he had given him the day before that. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with two sacks. We drew a square on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; piece of paper and we busied ourselves the entire afternoon. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not at all a mathematical genius now.&lt;br /&gt;You always asked me what subject we were &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discussing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at history, or what I had learned that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I told you and knew I could expect a lecture. They were never boring, but I was a child and sometimes too restless to&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all of it. I feel bad about that now, but I know I am actually not to blame, if I am being &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing why I found (and find) you so inspirational, is because of your &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and anything around you. I know for sure you were prepared to listen to anyone's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not judge. Not judge, because I think you knew you didn't know the whole story. You would just listen and be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in what that person was saying, interested in what he or she was doing and feeling. And you could tell other people so enthusiasticly about your &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;passions:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hamradio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;photographing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;you must have gained even more respect in people's minds and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you threw a big party in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of life. You sent an invitation with the text 'Nothing's worth more than &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;'. On the party, I saw and felt how much you did to (the lives of) other&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You have inspired them all, as you have done me.. I don't know if this has ever made you proud, but you must certainly have felt the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;regard&lt;/span&gt; people had for you, how &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lovely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was for everyone to be around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I honestly&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;can't do anything but be honored to be your granddaughter and pleased to have been around you this big a part of my life. I am thankful for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opa, &lt;/em&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;You were the most beautiful person I have ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-8188792783790245183?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/8188792783790245183/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=8188792783790245183' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/8188792783790245183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/8188792783790245183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-grandfather.html' title='Dear grandfather,'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-7724830703689544314</id><published>2008-10-01T17:41:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:13:20.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they still there?</title><content type='html'>There will always be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when the worst you have ever felt gets topped.&lt;br /&gt;When you &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like no one could possibly know what you are going through.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what? They can't. Reality newsflash.&lt;br /&gt;What's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though, is this: It's not always going to be like this and you are &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; going to feel like this for ever. In the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there will be a time when you feel happy and feel like you belong.&lt;br /&gt;But only when you want it to come, because your life is of your &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;own making&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;passionately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; believe in that. So if somewhere deep down you feel like you don't want to make the effort to climb out of your hole of negativity (thanks), you just better get rid of yourself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST KIDDING&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes there is no strength to get out of there, to do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But if you keep trying, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will come your way again, because people can make each other's day and someone will make your sucky day too, if you're just able to &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accept &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;People need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and someone will need you too, even if you cannot imagine that. Not necessarily for you to spend the rest of their life with. Maybe just to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brighten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their day with your smile when it was a complete mess before.&lt;br /&gt;Reality newsflash II: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And if you just keep believing in that, you can face the black&amp;amp;white. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160312781817542158-7724830703689544314?l=ohsocolourful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/feeds/7724830703689544314/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7160312781817542158&amp;postID=7724830703689544314' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/7724830703689544314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160312781817542158/posts/default/7724830703689544314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohsocolourful.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-they-still-there.html' title='Are they still there?'/><author><name>R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13914850496814965496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MgC0ansV48Y/SOOOB-2yx5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dc9NhhtxTq8/S220/ICONATOR_f95d140e81b6f59c114e00036d6ea049.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160312781817542158.post-6947151048212962062</id><published>2008-09-30T22:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:05:24.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it?</title><content type='html'>You might &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonder&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what I mean by 'life is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colourful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think I am just someone who recently learned the grass is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;the sky is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't. In that case, you got the point.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is that there's more to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That may seem like a naive, over-optimistic message, but I think it's what keeps people going. Looking for what brings &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to their lives, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there are to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; behind them, what they have inside.&lt;br /&gt;Those things inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all around you. You could try looking for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or for &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with that. 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