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  <updated>2004-12-02T23:17:42Z</updated>
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    <title>love</title>
    <published>2004-12-02T23:17:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-02T23:17:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#7f745a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff69b4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#556f42"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#80355a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#a95e84"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#80355a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=anne_aimee"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="[info]" width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/anne_aimee/"&gt;anne_aimee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Things...</title>
    <published>2004-11-26T19:03:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-26T19:13:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME:&lt;br /&gt;01. Dying&lt;br /&gt;02. My brothers girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;03. That my parents are going to die once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT I ALWAYS CARRY WITH ME:&lt;br /&gt;01. My body&lt;br /&gt;02. My memories&lt;br /&gt;03. My piercings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;01. Hugo&lt;br /&gt;02. Cats, my cat Jerry in particular&lt;br /&gt;03. Eating ice cream in the winter&lt;br /&gt;04. My brother Floris, even thought I never speak him or see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I HATE:&lt;br /&gt;01. Dump, single minded, stubborn people&lt;br /&gt;02. People who judge other people without knowing them&lt;br /&gt;03. My brothers selfish, controlling girlfriend Karin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:&lt;br /&gt;01. George Bush&lt;br /&gt;02. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;03. Why live can be great and horrible at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:&lt;br /&gt;01. My Ibook G4&lt;br /&gt;02. My arms&lt;br /&gt;03. A pen and a sketchbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;01. Typing&lt;br /&gt;02. listening to my roommate washing her hands&lt;br /&gt;03. breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;01. See some more of the world&lt;br /&gt;02. graduate&lt;br /&gt;03. get some kidzzz and marry my sweet bfriend Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I CAN DO:&lt;br /&gt;01. Play the flute&lt;br /&gt;02. Design a website&lt;br /&gt;03. Make coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;01. Say the right things to the right people&lt;br /&gt;02. Speak Chinese&lt;br /&gt;03. Stand on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:&lt;br /&gt;01. Little crazy&lt;br /&gt;02. to sensitive&lt;br /&gt;03. I like it freaky, i like it rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:&lt;br /&gt;01. Your mom&lt;br /&gt;02. Your preacher&lt;br /&gt;03. Your pee hitting the bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:&lt;br /&gt;01. Your mother in law&lt;br /&gt;02. Somebody whining&lt;br /&gt;03. Someone named Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;01. Pepernoten &lt;br /&gt;02. Sushi&lt;br /&gt;03. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN:&lt;br /&gt;01. Stand on my head&lt;br /&gt;02. Speak French&lt;br /&gt;03. Who to say the right things to the right people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:&lt;br /&gt;01. Coffee&lt;br /&gt;02. Water&lt;br /&gt;03. Coffee</content>
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    <title>anne_aimee @ 2004-11-07T01:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-07T06:05:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-07T06:10:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is me! Nice one.... I always knew that I would be "Envy" If I was a sin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=372" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Name &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in0" size="32" maxlength="64" value="Anne"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;DOB &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in1" size="32" maxlength="64" value="9th of July"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Favourite Color &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in2" size="32" maxlength="64" value="Red"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Envy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#083360"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Try Your Answers!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style="color : #000000;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="black"&gt;quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=777"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="#000000"&gt;chibigarm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 176984 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" height="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font style="font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;New - How do you &lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;get a guy to like you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sinterklaas</title>
    <published>2004-11-07T05:40:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-07T05:40:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is the begin of November and that means that Sinterklaas is slowly approaching. Sinterklaas is a very old dutch "holiday" especially for the children. It is allot like Sante Claus, you know, that guy who says "ho ho ho" all the time? There are however some very significant differences. The presents are brought to the children at the evening of the december 5th. They are either dropped of by Sinterklaas in front of the door, or delivered by Sinterklaas himself, in a big sac. He rides a big white horse with black spots, has a hat that makes him look like a bishop, and the most important difference; he has black helpers instead of fairies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain to my american roommates the concept of Sinterklaas, allas, without success. They couldn't get over the fact that Sinterklaas is very rascistic for having black helpers. I guess the fact that we dress caucasian people as black people, by panting their faces black made it even worse.. I tried to explain to them that it is a very, very old tradition. In fact were do you thing Santa has his origins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in America Santa couldn't be a racist and have black helpers! So they made him have fairies... What is more realistic, Santa having black people to help him, ore make-believe fairies... You tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I am planning on having my one Sinterklaas evening over here. I am going to make pepernoten. The candy Sinterklaas his black helpers named Pieten, trow around the room for the kids to pick up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even downloaded some Sinterklaas songs. To bad they do not have allot of them on line. So If anybody has some songs for me, pleas email them to me?</content>
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    <title>Amerikaanse verkiezingen</title>
    <published>2004-11-05T02:56:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-05T02:56:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Veel mensen vragen zich af hoe de verkiezingen waren in de VS. Wel het artikel hieronder beschrijft het beste hoe mensen zich aan de westkust zich voelen. Veel mensen in Boston zijn erg kwaad en onthutst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artikel uit de volkskrant van donderdag 4 novemer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportage&lt;br /&gt;Verlamming heerst in hart Kerry-land&lt;br /&gt;Van onze medewerker Diederik van Hoogstraten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK - Op Union Square in New York, het bolwerk van Kerry, zakt de stemming naar het nulpunt. De Democratische verliezers zijn wanhopig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanhopige Democraten in New York vrezen de toekomst na de winst van Bush, maar in Ohio is er ook opluchting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De najaarszon verwarmt Union Square, maar Nadja Nikulina heeft het koud. 'Het is de emotie', zegt ze. 'Ik ben zo kwaad. En bang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikulina (44) zat gistermiddag net een broodje te eten toen haar zoon belde: John Kerry had zijn verlies toegegeven. De oorlog in Irak was haar belangrijkste reden om tegen George W. Bush te stemmen. 'Onder Bush komt de dienstplicht vast terug, met zoveel oorlog. Mijn zoon is twintig. Straks moet hij naar Irak.' Ze doet haar jas dicht en gooit het broodje weg. Geen honger meer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De teleurstelling die heerst onder 49 procent van de Amerikaanse kiezers is in New York nog een paar graden intenser. Vier op de vijf stedelingen stemt Democratisch. En op Union Square was de Bush-haat maandenlang voelbaar. Elke dag werd er gedemonstreerd tegen 'Irak' en geroepen om Bush' vertrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit was het kloppende hart van Kerry-land. Zo niet op woensdag. Het is stil. Het leven lijkt van het plein te zijn weggezogen. Geen spandoeken, geen megafoons, geen debat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En steeds minder buttons. David Seefersand (31) zit met zijn vriend te praten. 'Je weet het niet. Het kan wel tien dagen duren in Ohio!' Als hij hoort dat Bush toch echt heeft gewonnen, haalt hij de blauwe 'Kerry/Edwars'-button van zijn leren jas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De administratieve kracht is heel even sprakeloos. 'Fuck!', zegt hij dan. Seefersand vreest voor de toekomst van Amerika, waarheen hij als kind emigreerde. 'Onder Bush werd het een puinhoop. Wat is er bijvoorbeeld echt gaande in Irak?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hij stemde ook op Kerry omdat die tegen outsourcing was. Seefersand raakte zijn baan kwijt bij zakenbank Morgan Stanley. Die verplaatste steeds meer arbeidsplaatsen naar India, en Seefersand was het slachtoffer. 'Als het zo doorgaat. . . Wat is dat voor een economisch beleid van een president die zegt van zijn land te houden?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hij denkt er niet over om Amerika te verlaten. Anderen willen wel weg. Daniel Simmons (40) vreesde al dat Bush zou winnen. Nu heeft hij hoofdpijn door het 'verlammende' nieuws, en overlegt hij met vrienden over een toekomst in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Velen van ons zijn wanhopig', zegt Simmons, die bij een uitgeverij werkt en als homo een peilloze hekel heeft aan Bush en de Republikeinen. 'Ik beweeg me buiten de mainstream. Zelfs Kerry was me te conservatief en religieus. Maar het effect van al deze verliezen begint emotioneel ondraaglijk te worden.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veel Amerikaanse families zijn diep verdeeld geraakt. Simmons' vader en broers zijn conservatief. 'Om een of andere reden is het dit jaar puur persoonlijk geworden.' Zijn familie steunt een man die pleit voor een grondwettelijk verbod op het homohuwelijk. 'Ik ben niet van plan dit jaar bij mijn familie op bezoek te gaan tijdens de feestdagen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ook buiten New York heerst verbittering. Samuel Tenenbaum, een zakenman in Columbia, South Carolina, is razend. Zijn vrouw hoopte dit jaar senator te worden. Ze verloor, 'van een extreem-rechtse Republikein die openlijk homohaat toonde'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenenbaum neemt geen blad voor de mond. 'We hebben nu een versie van de jihad. Zij die wonnen willen overheidsmacht gebruiken om hun zogenaamde waarden aan ons op te dringen. De scheiding van staat en kerk staat onder grote druk.' Hij is nog steeds emotioneel, een paar minuten nadat Kerry zijn verlies live op tv toegaf. 'Het is eng.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ohio heerst naast teleurstelling ook opluchting. Alle aandacht was tijdens het laaste deel van de campagne gericht op deze swing state en de bevolking is maandenlang gebombardeerd met televisiespotjes, ongewenste post, bezoekjes en telefoontjes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Yessios (57) woont in de hoofdstad Columbus. Samen met een paar honderdduizend anderen had haar stem de staat bijna aan Kerry gegeven. Ze is blij dat de campagne voorbij is. Op haar antwoordapparaat vond ze automatische berichten van Barbara, Laura en George W. Bush, met smeekbedes om voor de president te stemmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daar kon geen sprake van zijn. 'Ik vond Kerry eerlijk, en in staat om onze integriteit, ook in het oog van de rest van de wereld, te herstellen', zegt de marketing-specialiste. 'Ik was beledigd door wat Bush vertegenwoordigde. En ik snap niet hoe de meerderheid kon vallen voor alle leugens. Het zegt niet veel goeds over ons land.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op een bankje op Union Square is John Philips (25) de kalmte zelve. De hotel-employee is een geregistreerde Republikein, vertelt hij met een lachje. Maar hij heeft al jaren niet meer rechts gestemd. Licht teleurgesteld is hij zeker, maar zijn landgenoten moeten 'relaxen', vindt Philips. 'Amerika is nog steeds Amerika. We moeten samen verder.'</content>
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    <title>memories</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T23:31:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T23:31:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Amelie - Comtine D'un Autre Ete</lj:music>
    <content type="html">All these memories you have of your childhood... Strange how they can work. Especially when it comes to foreign countries. I have been away from home only for a short period of time. I do not miss the Netherlands that much. Strangely enough, the only time I miss it when i look up and see in the far distance an airplane flying over. Or when i turn on my computer and stare at web-cames with images of Amsterdam, people walking over the street oblivious. It makes me wanna be there and walk amongst them. I miss France for some reason. When I go back in my memory, those where the happiest times I guess. The long journey in the car, not knowing where the trip will end, and yet knowing that you are save. It is a comforting thought. Here uncertainty is a fact. If something happens, 6000 miles is a long way from home, especially when you are by yourself. So strange...Thank god it is only in my mind, because it only takes an airplane 9 ours to fly over to Amsterdam. Soon I will be home, missing Boston, staring at web-cames, wanting to be back in Boston again. Memories are a strange thing..</content>
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    <title>apple</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T21:44:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T14:54:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh ik ben gek op fruit, especially wanneer het om appels gaat! Vandaag ben ik er op uit gegaan om een apple te kopen. Dat bleek nog een hele onderneming want ze hadden maar 1 apple store hier in Boston (ja, we hebben het inderdaad over de apple computers) en die bevind zich in de cambridgeside place (shopping male) Ik wilde mijn computer niet online kopen, want dan moet je je credit card number invullen enzo en daar voel ik niet zo veel voor. Ik moest dus met de green line helemaal naar Cambridge, Lechmere. Wat metro's betreft is het hier al niet veel anders dan in Nederland; er waren werkzaamheden. Bij North station moet ik op een transfer shuttle bus nemen naar het eindstation Lechmere. Eindelijk daar aangekomen ging ik op zoek naar de apple store. Die bleek gesitueerd op de eerste etage. De eerste de beste verkoper grijp ik bij zijn jas, want ja, ik ben een domme blonde nederlander die definitly hulp nodig heeft. Ik vertel hem wat ik wil hebben en toen kwam de grote grap. In de apple store kan je je computer ook online bestellen! Ah, hillarisch... Al die moeite voor nix. Er volgde nog een groot opstakel. Ik moest een billing adres invullen, welke gelijk moet zijn aan je creditcard adres. Haha, grappig, want je kan op de apple site alleen een amerikaans adress invullen. Grrr. Afijn, ik heb nu maar mijn amerikaanse adres ingevult en will see what happens. Tot dus ver heb ik nog niets gehoord over problemen met mijn creditcard, maar als ze er zijn, wordt ik gebeld, verzekerde de vriendelijke verkoper. Afijn. De order is geplaatst en binnenkort ben ik hopelijk de trotse eigenaar van mijn eigen apple. We will see!!! I am so excited!!! ik kan echt niet wachten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted. and maybe when I feel up to it, I will try again in English next time.</content>
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    <title>yeah</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T21:25:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-04T21:25:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oei al dat engels. Ik denk dat ik maar eens verder ga in t Nederlands. (Voor sommige onder ons, die moeite hebben met engels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eindelijk ik ben aangekomen in Boston. De 27e was de&lt;br /&gt;dag daar. Om half 8 s'morgens vertrokken we richting&lt;br /&gt;het vliegveld, aangezien ik 3 uur van tevoren aanwezig&lt;br /&gt;diende te zijn. Mijn ouders en Hugo brachten me weg.&lt;br /&gt;Na een kop koffie hadden mijn ouders het wel gezien en&lt;br /&gt;wilde mijn vader terug naar zijn geliefde caravannetje&lt;br /&gt;(geeft nix hoor pap, ik hou ook van jouw;-)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo bleef nog langer, maar uiteindelijk werd ik een btje&lt;br /&gt;moe van t wachten en ging ik ook maar... Eenmaal bij&lt;br /&gt;de douane moest mijn harddisk natuurlijk door de&lt;br /&gt;scanner, dus ik ben benieuwd of alles er nog op&lt;br /&gt;staat...Verder moest mijn jas en riem en tas ook door&lt;br /&gt;de scanner. En ik werd gefouilleerd want ja, je bent&lt;br /&gt;natuurlijk verdacht als je dingen niet door de x-ray&lt;br /&gt;heen wil hebben.... Nadat ik me weer had aangekleed&lt;br /&gt;begon het lange wachten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn vliegtuig vertrok pas om 11.35, althans dat was de bedoeling. &lt;br /&gt;Eenmaal bij de gate aangekomen kreeg ik nog een &lt;br /&gt;ondervraging over mijn elektrische apparatuur en of ze&lt;br /&gt;recent waren uitgeleend/gerepareerd... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eindelijk mochten we het vliegtuig in en was het wachten&lt;br /&gt;op het vertrek. Het vliegtuig had een vertraging van 40 minuten, &lt;br /&gt;omdat ze de lunch vergeten waren in te laden, dus daar moesten&lt;br /&gt;we op wachten. Toen die er uiteindelijk was, bleek er&lt;br /&gt;een passagier te zijn die toch maar niet meeging, dus&lt;br /&gt;zijn bagage moest van het vliegtuig gehaald worden.&lt;br /&gt;(Argg) afijn, 40 minuten later... gingen we eindelijk&lt;br /&gt;de lucht in. Dag koud kikkerlandje tot over 4 maanden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na een vlucht van 9 uur lande het vliegtuig in&lt;br /&gt;Cincinnatie, Ohio. Het is gek om na 9 uur vliegen te&lt;br /&gt;landen op een plek waar het nog steeds licht is, omdat&lt;br /&gt;het pas 3 uur s'middags is... Het overstappen ging&lt;br /&gt;goed. Veel mensen hadden hun vlucht gemist of stonden&lt;br /&gt;op het punt die te missen, maar tussen mijn vluchten&lt;br /&gt;zat 5 uur dus, geen probleem. Grappig is dat mensen&lt;br /&gt;gewoon voor gaan dringen als ze op het punt staan hun&lt;br /&gt;vlucht te missen. Wat is er mis met vragen?? Maar&lt;br /&gt;goed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bij de douane in Amerika kon ik me weer&lt;br /&gt;uitkleden, want tas, jas, riem en schoenen moesten&lt;br /&gt;weer door de x-ray... Maar de douane in Nederland was&lt;br /&gt;erger... Maar goed. Eindelijk in Boston aangekomen,&lt;br /&gt;moest ik nog een weg naar de academie vinden. Het was&lt;br /&gt;gevoelsmatig 3 uur s'nachts dus een bed was erg&lt;br /&gt;welkom. Uiteindelijk heb ik een taxi genomen, lekker&lt;br /&gt;relaxed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er zou iemand op de campus zijn, die van&lt;br /&gt;mijn aankomst afwist, dus ik maakte me niet al te veel&lt;br /&gt;zorgen. Na een ritje van 30 minuten was ik daar. De&lt;br /&gt;receptie liet me binnen, maar die wisten natuurlijk&lt;br /&gt;niets van mijn komst af. Hij ging iemand bellen van&lt;br /&gt;het gebouw, of ik naar binnen mocht. Na een half uur&lt;br /&gt;kreeg ik van Danielle, die over het gebouw gaat toch&lt;br /&gt;een sleutel en kon ik gaan slapen. Thank god!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaterdag ben ik Boston gaan ontdekken aangezien ik&lt;br /&gt;geen kussen had om op te slapen en ik had ook niets te&lt;br /&gt;eten. De suppermarkt had ik gelukkig snel ondekt. Ze&lt;br /&gt;hebben veel weg van de supermarches in Frankrijk,&lt;br /&gt;alleen hangen ze ook allerlei spullen boven de&lt;br /&gt;schappen, en dat is soms een beetje vreemd. Het eten&lt;br /&gt;hier is lekker, maar je krijgt alles in Amerikaanse&lt;br /&gt;maten en dat betekent natuurlijk groot. Als je een&lt;br /&gt;fles cola wilt, kan je die alleen in 3 liter&lt;br /&gt;verpakking kopen. En zo is het met alles. Ze verkopen&lt;br /&gt;alles in grote verpakkingen. Ze hebben hier wel&lt;br /&gt;normaal brood in de supermarkt, daar ben ik wel blij&lt;br /&gt;mee. We hebben nu een introductie week. Dat is leuk&lt;br /&gt;maar ook saai veel lezingen over saaie dingen, maar&lt;br /&gt;ook gratis ontbijt en lunch!!! YEAH! Dat scheelt weer&lt;br /&gt;dingen. Een hoop dingen werken hier anders dan in&lt;br /&gt;Nederland. Ik heb bijvoorbeeld nog geen postkantoor&lt;br /&gt;ontdekt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik woon in een 'dorm'. Dat is erg&lt;br /&gt;leuk. De vrouw die mij geholpen heeft de uitwisseling&lt;br /&gt;te regelen, Jean Wallace, heb ik ook ontmoet&lt;br /&gt;inmiddels. Volgens haar heb ik erg veel geluk met mijn&lt;br /&gt;kamer omdat hij grenst aan het parkeerplein en dus aan&lt;br /&gt;de rustige kant ligt. Ook hoor ik een roommate te&lt;br /&gt;hebben omdat ik in een double (kamer met twee bedden)&lt;br /&gt;slaap, maar tot nu toe, heb ik die nog niet (even&lt;br /&gt;afkloppen) en misschien, als ik geluk heb, dan blijft&lt;br /&gt;het ook zo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn appartement genoten die met z'n&lt;br /&gt;tweeen in de kamer er naast slapen, en waarmee ik een&lt;br /&gt;keuken, woonkamer en badkamer deel zijn echt schatjes.&lt;br /&gt;Zondag ben ik met een van hen, Cassandra mee geweest&lt;br /&gt;naar een 'target' een enorme superstore, waar ze van&lt;br /&gt;alles verkopen. We gingen samen met haar oma en&lt;br /&gt;moeder. Ik moest een telefoon hebben (een vaste) zodat&lt;br /&gt;ik wat makkelijker kan bellen naar huis en een beker&lt;br /&gt;om uit te drinken. Haar oma vondt dat ik niets hoefde&lt;br /&gt;te kopen wat ik toch niet mee kan nemen naar huis, dus&lt;br /&gt;ik heb de telefoon en de beker van hun gehad. Van de&lt;br /&gt;week komen oma en moeder Cassandra opzoeken en dan&lt;br /&gt;krijg ik een bureaulamp en een laken van hun! Echt&lt;br /&gt;lief he?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amerika is niet zo erg als wat het lijkt. In&lt;br /&gt;de state Massachussets zijn ze ook fel tegen Bush dus&lt;br /&gt;dat is ook wel cool. Veel mensen hebben ook de&lt;br /&gt;documentare van Michel Moore gezien Fahrenheit 911. En&lt;br /&gt;iedereen die gaat stemmen hier, op 2 november, gaat op&lt;br /&gt;Kerry stemmen! Yeeeaaah!!! Beat Bush!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik ga zo snel mogelijk zelf een computer kopen hier,&lt;br /&gt;want ze hebben hier wel wat computers maar dat zijn er&lt;br /&gt;niet super veel. Het zijn wel macs dus dat is helemaal&lt;br /&gt;goed!!!</content>
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    <title>vaccinations</title>
    <published>2004-06-28T15:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-28T15:55:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I had an appointment at the local travel clinic, to get my vaccinations. I need them because I am going to study in Boston this fall semester. I had to have a TBC shot, Hepatitis B, DTP and Meningitis. First I had to find the travel clinic. I walked to the hospital, which has the same name, and a friendly lady at the counter told me the travel clinic was a few blocks down. &lt;br /&gt;When I got there I first had to walk up a stars. A bit nervous I entered the travel clinic. Not that I am afraid of needles, I am not very fond of them either. They gave me a form I had to fill out first. After that I started reading in my book "USA, traveltips" to kill time. There are very handy things in there, for instance, what shoe size I have in the states. In Europe I have a 40/41 but in the states that is a 8/9. Suddenly it was my turn and a nice doctor invited me into her office. We sat down and she started calculating when I needed my Hepatitis B shots, because I am going on a short notice and you have to have at least 3 shots to be properly vaccinated. Meanwhile, I was getting more nervous about the shots. The last time I had any vaccinations, I was 9 years old. At the age of 9 you get 2 shots, one is DTP and I forgot what the other one is about. But I do remember that there were two and that one of them was particularly nasty. They give the shots, two doctors, at the same time. The one with the shot that stings the least distracts you, so you will not notice the pain that much. At least, in theory. I felt tricked once I noticed what they where doing. And I still remember the one that stinged very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped everything could be done at once, because when I know how much something hurt I do not want to come back.&lt;br /&gt;The TBC shot could only be done in the hospital by the lung department, she then told me. That ment I had to come back. Also my Hepatitis B couldn't be done at once, But I have to come back for those 2 more times. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making new appointments for more vaccinations, I could sit down on the bench. I had rolled up my sleeves and had lowerd my pants, because I would get the vaccinations in both arms and one leg... This was going to hurt. Meanwhile she prepares the vaccinations. when she had prepared all tree of them, she walked to me. She decontaminated my skin, and in went the needle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel a thing!!! Only the last one stinged a little but it wasn't really painful. What a relieve. I thanked the doctor on my way out. I was so relieved that I almost forgot to pay!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank god it didn't hurt. Now my arms are very sore, that is a bit of a minus, but you can't have everything? right?</content>
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    <title>anne_aimee @ 2004-06-22T11:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T09:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T09:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One other thing I wanted to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only brother hates me ..... :'-((</content>
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    <title>intergrale beoordeling</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T09:27:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T09:27:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, god, pre-exames stress.... GRRRRRRRR.... Need.....to.....keep....breathing.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want to sleep!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>suprising brother</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T10:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T10:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was the day. With my boyfriend and his camera we went to surprise my brother. We had an assignment at school to make somebody happy. I decided that person should be my brother. So I made him a dungeon battle map for his crazy rolplaying game thingy... I had to film his reaction. Well he didn't looked that happy with it at all. Astounded was a better word for his reaction. But fortunately I am very good at editing movie and I made a nice little movie out of it. So it seemed as if he was at least a little bit happy with it... When I gave it to him, he opened the box and he trough out all the parts and he through the lit away, and then he was like, and what am I supposed to do with it. Well, out of all people I expect you to recognize a battle map when you see one....</content>
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    <title>going crazy</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T09:38:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-25T09:38:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">O, my god. I never expected it to be so hard to apply to a school. I really cannot see any form anymore... There is a form for everything. They even wanted to know if I had chicken pox when I was a child.... It is really starting to dazzel... Hoping everything is going to be ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my boyfriend is celebrating his birthday this Saturday. So there will be a big party at our place. It is going to be fun! I am really looking forward to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had another quarrel with my brother. Grrr he can be really egocentric.... I wish i had some more siblings.. somebody who is more like me...</content>
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    <title>???</title>
    <published>2004-05-18T13:25:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-18T13:25:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Forgot to tell you a fun thing I experienced last friday night. Friday night walking down the to my home which is nearby 'Blaak' in Rotterdam. I have to pass the Blaak square on my way home. I noticed some people sitting by a campfire, on first glance they appeared to be drifters. In Holland you can't just start campfires everywhere you have to have a permit to do so. Then a girl stopped me, and asked me to join them. So there I was with a bunch of strangers drinking coffee the girl gave me and enjoying the campfire. The girl told me she was giving a performance. She is a student from my art school, despite I have never seen her before... She was very nice and she appeared to be an art student. At 10 o'clock I decided it was time to go home. But then it was to cozy and I decided to stay. I had allot of nice conversations until 1.30 AM when they putted the fire out... I didn't have such a good time for a long while, with complete strangers!!! It was nice to notice there is still some warmth in this country!!!</content>
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    <title>money</title>
    <published>2004-05-18T13:10:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-18T13:10:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday I heard how much money it is going to cost me. Housing for 3 months Boston (September until 10 December): $4850,- including a meal plan.... What the f***??? damn... That's a hollotta money!!!! DOESN'T ANYBODY HAVE A CHEAPER ROOM FOR ME FOR 3 MONTHS IN BOSTON???&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I have some relatives there...grrrr</content>
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    <title>school</title>
    <published>2004-05-13T13:56:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T14:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We have course at school which is called writing. It is a very exciting course, but very difficult because it is hard to write a fifed and interesting story without boring your readers. Now we have to write something about an assignment we are making now for school. Our assignment is to make somebody happy (what a ridicules assignment, who  comes up with stuff like this). Any way, it has to be a press release, which makes it even more difficult to write. Arrggg... I always figured I wasn't at all bad in writing stories, but it turns out that I suck at it. It is as my brother told me, allas..... :-((( But the teacher is giving us handy pointers in who to become a better writter....  So that's a pluss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Ad Borstlap, the man who arranges my exchange with the artschool in Boston U.S.A., gave me my forms to fill out for my visa. I have to send it back to the school as soon as possible. I have to have a bank guarantee that me or my family has enough money to support me once I am in the U.S.A. So they will not accept poor people, tsss those crazy Americans.... But I am still excited to go! Friday I am going to my hometown, to fill in the form with me and my parents. My parents actually have the amount of money that I am supposed to have, which is, I can tell you, a hole lot off hard cash!!! My jaw dropt when I heard my mother telling me on the phone that the amount that I was talking about wasn't any trouble at all. I didn't know my parents had that kind of money?!! And then to think that they are always nagging my, telling me to get off there backs and start working and earning my own money, so I will not have to support on them any more. My boyfriend, Hugo, with who I am living together, thinks they are in a way greedy. Though i understand that they want me to take care of my own business, he feels that they should help me out. Because I cannot make my own money yet. And it is not like i don't want to 'get of there backs'? Do you think I like to knock on my parents door every time I need money. &lt;br /&gt;And I have a side job so I will not have to borrow anything from the government or my parents, until I am going to Boston of course. That's when I have to lone money, because I cannot work there, and I still will have to pay the rent back at home... And the costs to lent a home in Boston is twice the costs you pay in the Netherlands. &lt;br /&gt;My parents have decided they will not pay me anymore money for the last year, because I chose to go to Boston and let my study get delayed by a year because of it...So I will have considerable debts when I have earnt my degree.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.....who cares??? I am going to have "SO-MUCH-FUN!!!!" when I am there, and it is going to be a once in a lifetime experiance...</content>
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    <title>anne_aimee @ 2004-05-10T15:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-10T13:05:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-10T13:05:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Look I am hp event os..... mmm I wanted to be mac os x ... :-(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbspot.com/News/2003/01/os_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2003/01/os_quiz/hp-ux.jpg" width="300" height="90" border="0" alt="You are HP-UX. You&amp;#39;re still strong despite the passage of time.  Though few understand you, those who do love you deeply and appreciate you."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which OS are You?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>artschool</title>
    <published>2004-04-28T10:07:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-28T10:07:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life of an art student is never easy. People outside the academy don't seem to realize this. With a normal study you learn a paragraph an try to apply it in a situation. If you learn hard, your grade will be high and if you do not learn at all you can be certain that your grade will not be so good.. But at an Art school you can work very hard, try the best you can, and still fail the course, because what you made is not what appeals to the teacher. This is very hard sometimes. I compare it myself with the television program Idols. You can give it all you got, but if the jury isn't satisfied, tough luck! This year one of the candidates for the dutch idols, started crying because of rough jury comment. Ha!!!! She should come and take a look at my school! My teacher Graphic Design told me last evaluation (and I am already in the third year of my study) that he doubted my qualities as a Graphic Designer. Thats rough!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like this morning. The assignment is to make somebody happy. (weird?!!) So I wanted to make a blind person happy because they can't see. So I started to look for a blind person on the internet, and actually found somebody near to the city I live. I visited her and her husband last week, and tried to figure out what to make for them. See could still see something when she was young. So I decided to make a building for her out of her past that isn't there anymore. My teacher thought this was to obvious, and also the other idea, I thought of as great. To obvious, that isn't at all what you want to hear after a hard night of work until 4 o'clock in the morning. I only had 4 hours of sleep and I am very tired. And I am also out of great ideas. It is tough. I want a good idea but it isn't coming. ;-((( I feel like crying.... Biep... Life is hard!....</content>
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    <title>Karin</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T15:43:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-19T15:43:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I probably guess I have to enlighten the whole Karin situation because for an outsider it can be unclear what it is between Karin and me. She is my brothers girlfriend for to long now unfortunately and I know I have to accept her for who she is. But I am trying, really! Unfortunately we do not relate to each other very well. And she changed my brother into a big asshole, who does not have time for me or for his friend because she cannot be alone for to long. Poor girl....&lt;br /&gt;No really I am very happy for him that he finally has a girlfriend. He deserves it after waiting for so long to find the wright girl. But I am questioning her sincereness about her feelings toward him... I guess he was an easy catch because he was in love with her for over 2 years. Poor fellow.... Now she owns him. Tells him what to do, bosses him around and tries to live for free at his house. Because she doesn't have any money... She has allot to learn about the world. For instance, living costs money, eating costs money, heating costs money, everything costs money. And once you start living somewhere else as at your parents house YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOURSELF!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Jeesss....&lt;br /&gt;I told her at the beginning of their relationship that if I noticed that she was taking advantaged of my brother that I would do something to her. Well why bother, this is what he wanted, so this is enough punishment for him anyways, he has to figure out for himself that she is misusing him. Also I am very tired debating about it. It is his problem. Good luck. But do not expect me to come over and visit you and you lovely girlfriend because I only get annoyed by it.&lt;br /&gt;That is everything I want to say about Karin and I am not going to say anymore about it.....</content>
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    <title>anne_aimee @ 2004-04-19T16:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T15:13:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-19T15:13:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, this is my first entry in my live journal. Pardon my france (ehh, english), because my english isn't that good. All the more reason for me to write this in English, so I will make some progress there. Next I could write something about myself, but my brother (randakar) has already made a proper introduction for me in his live journal, so why bother????? For the people who are not interested in my brother/ don't have the time to find out/ already know who I am, Below a short list of what I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female&lt;br /&gt;dutch&lt;br /&gt;graphic design student of the WDKA&lt;br /&gt;inhabitant of Rotterdam&lt;br /&gt;blond&lt;br /&gt;brown eyed&lt;br /&gt;arrogant (according to some people who do not know me very well)&lt;br /&gt;sweet (according to people who know me very well)&lt;br /&gt;annoyed (occasionally)&lt;br /&gt;poor&lt;br /&gt;friendly (at times)&lt;br /&gt;1.80 meter&lt;br /&gt;not very good at english ;-))&lt;br /&gt;creative&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;my purple shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to describe yourself. Other people are better at it. Although I guess I am the type of person people either love or hate... O well enough about me. Do not know what to write anymore. Feel free to correct my english except If you are the smart-ass girlfriend of Floris, Karin, because I do not need your corrections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now...</content>
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