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    <title>Unwise</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T00:51:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Very intelligent topic I must say. But it's 1.45 am so the time for sense has long gone to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, or I should say today, I have an exam. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another exam on thursday. I also do not like that exam, as I dislike all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is going nowhere.... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nya.</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2005-11-05T02:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T01:17:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T01:17:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe some people can make such a big fuss about ONE FUCKING PIECE OF FELCLOTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't apply for that job at the videostore tomorrow my mother will ban me from WoW. She's playing a tough game nowadays.</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2005-11-04T02:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T01:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T01:01:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well here I am then. After more than a year of absentness from this LJ, it is time to start catching up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, and will go to bed soon. I have to hand in a "reporting tools" assignment on monday that is all about excel. I suck with excel, thus, this assignment frustrates the hell out of me. I postpone and postpone. It is something I am good at. I finished question 1 out of 7 today, and rewarded myself with playing WoW the rest of the day. But I hate that feeling of unfinished business. I will go to bed thinking "plenty of time tomorrow" and tomorrow I will do the same, until eventually time runs out and I begin to stress and fix something real quick that doesnt really have as much effort put into it as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me cranky and I've been kind of mean to people today because at cranky times every tiny thing annoys me. So sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't play WoW so much really, I'm levelling like crazy and for what? &lt;br /&gt;Right now WoW is fun though. But I know it's gonna suck three years from now when I look back on all this time wasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Tomorrow (or today) I will go back to town and harass the guy at the pc store who sold me this piece-of-crap headset. Must find receit first though. I know it's on the floor in the car somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rody is getting big, and rebbelious. Nevertheless I taught her how to give a paw today. And after all that was done i showed my mom and she was just like "she has to give her right paw, not left". Well ffs so I spend another hour confusing this poor doggie's brain, because suddenly all my praises for raising her left paw were gone. But nya she's smart, so she gives the proper paw now. &lt;br /&gt;Right. Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;You know what else is interesting? This banana here is going brown. Yup. Sure is a whole lot of brown right there. But you know what they say, don't judge a book by it's cover. Well hell no, I'm sure this banana is nice clean yellow inside, but right now I'm just not that into banana's. And I dont think tomorrow will be any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that'll do. Need [sleep].</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-08-23T12:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-23T10:09:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-23T10:10:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This will be my last entry here in a long while. (Like I was writing here every day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day is tomorrow! And I'm not even nervous. It's weird, it seems like tomorrow is.. well, not real? But oh well. Ghie :D I packed alot of stuff already but there's still so much that has to come with me and only so little space. I'll figure it out. At least I have alot of music on my new mp3player =) so whatever comes, I'll always have music with me and that really rocks I can tell you that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pack some more cause time keeps running away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~tigrisss"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-06-27T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-27T21:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-27T21:00:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When things don't go your way&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everything you say&lt;br /&gt;Is useless anyway</content>
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    <title>Today..</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T17:06:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-17T17:06:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Even though I had told everyone I wasn't sure about passing my exams, I secretly had a good feeling about it. So yea, I was totally unprepared when the phone rang today and the news was not as I suspected. She said "well I bet you already know it don't you" and I didnt know anything but I said "yeah.. I failed?" and she said "yes." Never thought that only a few words like these could make one feel so miserable. I felt dizzy and I got this rotten feeling inside. Then she said "But you can do one test again" still the feeling didnt go away. I guess I was happy not to have failed right away. But I cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking my second math exam next wednesday. And let's hope, that someone is looking out for me this time.</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-06-09T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-09T21:07:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-09T21:07:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the time that my exams are over I'm basically doing nothing but hanging around. This is not something I regret. I even think this time might be the best time ever because I don't have to worry about anything, I can sleep late everyday and the weather is great. What could one want more? Right, a pc. But i got that too :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the upcoming week I'll just be waiting for the results of my exams, and it's somewhat calming to know that I did all I could and there's nothing I can do to change anything now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then last weekend I was at a LAN-part in Nieuwegein, with Solopher Bricktop and Ixion and about 997 other people. And it was FUN! It was really fun. More fun than I thought it would be. Yeah I had fun. And I hope I'll meet them again before I go to Canada (If I pass, that is) but Brick and I are sort of working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-06-05T13:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-05T11:08:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-05T11:08:32Z</updated>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-05-26T11:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T09:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T09:19:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">-11:13:39- [+Moonblaze]: Exams are a good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now I was like, geez Moonblaze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-11:13:53- [+Moonblaze]: They're the end of your school ;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now I was like; my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-11:14:00- [+Moonblaze]: and I like that fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right about I was thinking this might just be one of the rare times I agree with Moonblaze.</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-05-24T22:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-24T20:13:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-24T20:13:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well then there it is.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow at nine a clock the big decision about whether I will go to Canada or not, will begin. With History. And I.. don't know. My gosh. Finals exams, were always to me like some thing far away, for what old people do, not me! But yet there it is. All last grade peopel from holland will take their exams and it wasn't even on the news! In a few years I'll read this back and think like "oh yeah those exams were s piece of cake" or I will think like "maybe in stead of typing my live journal I should have learned and then I might have passed" I hope the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do what Veg told me to. I WILL BEAT THAT EXAM! THAT EXAM WONT KNOW WHAT HIT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will feel so stupid if I fail while having said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bladibla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it! A MILEPOLE or how you say that in english, in my life. You see you go to primary school, then highschool, and when you FINISH highschool, its time  for colle... CANADA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres a GOD please read this and wave your arm or something and MAKE ME PASS PLEASE!</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-05-23T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-22T22:29:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-22T22:29:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And, yessssss. People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--exams&lt;br /&gt;--exams&lt;br /&gt;--exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaahhhh.</content>
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    <title>Happy Birthday Li</title>
    <published>2004-05-01T21:03:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-01T21:03:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey there,&lt;br /&gt;Well as the topic tells you it's Li's birthday today. So Laris, Floor and I went to town and bought Li gifts. After which we went to her house to give them, and then we watched Finding Nemo. &lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning at seventeen minutes past twelve, which is, for my doing, quite late. Yesterday and the day before that I'd been making plans to go running in the morning, you know to get STRONG, or something. Anyway, yesterday eve I even laid all my sportclothes ready but everytime when the timer goes at 7.00 am I have the "Fuck it" feeling and I simply don't go. But tomorrow I will! I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore yesterday was Queen's Day here in holland, so all the stores were closed but the streets were crowded with children and their parents selling old crap that noone needs. Except maybe my mom. She loves markets like that. I don't mind, but my dad was looking rather annoyed when she came home and started unpacking her bag stuffed with junk. He hates markets like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and more news, my sister got a pet. A mouse. Well that's nice, I suppose. We had mouses before, we had two white albino's mine was Jolly Jumper and hers was Speedy something. Ofcourse Jolly and Speedy died a long time ago. But my sis wanted some company on her room in Groningen. A mouse it is. It's named simply "mouse" and we presume she might be pregnant. Well yay. Mouse wont survive a weekend alone in Groningen so my sister took her home, and Mouse is now right here next to me which is rather annoying because she keeps tearing things apart and making noises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My brother bought new jeans&lt;br /&gt;-My sister will stay here all week and claim much pc-time ;(&lt;br /&gt;-London :D&lt;br /&gt;-I've put myself on a cookie-free diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-22T11:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-22T09:54:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-22T09:54:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=hearthlight&amp;amp;meme=1074623581" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What would your Anime life be like? by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hearthlight"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;hearthlight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name:" value="Ri" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Gender:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Gender:" value="Female" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your looks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Lot's of leather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your best friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Your computer. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your powers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Shape-shifting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your beloved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;You can't pick just one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your occupation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Lookin' pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your ending:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Very, very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="hearthlight"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074623581"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href="http://memegen.deskslave.org/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp.</content>
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    <title>LAN!! WOHOO</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T16:38:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-19T16:38:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I was at this LAN Party, and it was really fun n' stuff, my sister was there, and SLAYO and SHAD and well... I met Slay ayt the train station, and he knew Eindhoven, he knew where we had to go so i followed him till he didnt know anymore and we had the go all the other ways after we asked directions to a guy who wasnt that normal after all. Well and then we were there and we had to look in this huge hall with ALOT of pc's for Shad and my sis and her friends, and someone switched the lights off. But that appeared to have happened on purpose, and when at the end of the day they switched the lights on I could see why. Well we had fun, or at least I did ;P Shad took some sucky pictures even though I told him not to but gah... they suck. Anyways, I played some battlefield on Bricktop's pc and so did SlaY, we really rocked at it.. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow and well then we went home, we said bye to everyone and Slay, Wieske (my sister) and me went back to the trainstation. Well and then Wieske almost forgot to get her backpack back from Slay. My train and my sis' would leave from the same platform, but Slay's from another so we said bye to him. And then I bought a big cookie cuz I was HUNGRY. Aaaand well then my train came. So i got on and sat next to the window and my sister would stand in front of the window waving all sisterish and then her train arrived also. So I watched her get on and she sat opposite of me and we were still all waving and stuff, and then we were gonna play hints!! So Wies was making all weird movements with her hands and I was trying to guess by pronouncing really CLEARLY, until I noticed that in the middle of the platform, there was this couch and three gangta-skaters had sat down there with their wide pants and whatever-attitude. They were facing my direction and as I was acting really stupid on of the guys poked his friends and pointed at me like "Yo look at that crazy bitch" and I was like, heh :D and I pointed at my sister, so they all looked back and my sis was like "WAVE WAVE SMILE WAVE" and they made the phone sign. And that was actually a good idea so my sis phoned me and the anwser to hints was GLOVE. Which i didnt guess correctly ;( and then she said my train was moving and it DID! So we said bye *WAVE WAVE* and the guys also *WAVE SMILE WAVE* and she hung up. Meanwhile the woman behind me was like grinning evilly over my actions but nya. So okay I sat down and put on some music. untill moments later some train was catching up with us, AND IT WAS WIESKE'S!! and then she came by bc her train was faster and we were like *WAVESMILELAUGHWAVE* all over again, and evillady behind me asked "Is that family?" and i was like "YEA THATS MY SISTER!!!:D WAVESMILEWAVE!!:D" and then she moved out of sight and I havent seen her since ;((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway the day was cool :D When I came home I baked myself a real cool egg, but nm that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my sister wasnt coming home with me cuz she lives in Delft and I live in Ermelo. (;</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-18T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T20:15:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T20:15:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">IRC IS MESSED UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whine*</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-15T12:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T10:02:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T10:02:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">From now on, I will stop whining!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:parcey:19554</id>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-13T14:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T12:45:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T12:45:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I found this in Spaztic's LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:&lt;br /&gt;"Als een kampioensschaal hield hij de volgende plaat boven het hoofd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?&lt;br /&gt;The cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Robin Hood, yeah it was on TV yesterday ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is:&lt;br /&gt;about 15.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;14.34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Saliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: When did you last step outside?&lt;br /&gt;At 13.30 or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;IRC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, with a shirt and a vest, shoes, socks, and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;When I was sitting outside and my mom looked out through the window, I sorta made a smile-ish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;A calendar that shows “kasteel Nederhemert”. A painting with three deers in it. A painting with mushrooms on it. A painting with my grandpa’s house on it,  a painting with my great grandpa on it and a painting with two horses on it, not to forget a painting of my mom when she was young and a painting with a chicken. Lotsof paintings, big room. The wall is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;My hair when I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Its better then other quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Dreamcatcher (I didn’t finish watching Robin Hood) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?&lt;br /&gt;An Mp3-player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:&lt;br /&gt;I have a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Plant trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: George Bush: is he a power-crazy nut case or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?&lt;br /&gt;He’s got a wrong point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Alex or Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey or Josh (not reffering to anyone serious) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: Will you pass on this survey?&lt;br /&gt;It always finds its way onto other people's stuff. &amp;lt;-- Tick’s right :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:parcey:19423</id>
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    <title>I never promised you a rosegarden</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T10:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T10:58:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish I had a split personality ;(</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:parcey:18949</id>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-05T10:58:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-05T08:55:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-05T08:55:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.jazz2online.com/spiffyjuice/special/posterquiz/spaztic_pic.jpg" title="I am Spaztic" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Spaztic! Spaztic started SpiffyJuice as a hobby and has been at the forefront of its creation and stupidity since the begining. You enjoy music, computers, wanking, and are generally reserved but can also be very socially active, especially online. You are obsessed with music and drinking Sobe or caffeinated beverages. You easily get sleep baked. You often deal with other people's crap and have a lot of work to do that you never finish. Congratulations! You win at life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazz2online.com/spiffyjuice/special/posterquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Take the "Which SJ Poster Are You?" Quiz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.spiffyjuice.com/" target="_blank"&gt;SpiffyJuice.com&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:parcey:18805</id>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-04T14:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-04T12:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-04T12:02:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Look what I found on Li's PC!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://unhit.totalfreaks.com/Li%20en%20Ri%20jong!.jpg" width="585" height="381" alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guess which is me.. Im the weird looking one :)!</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-02T08:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-02T06:54:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-02T06:54:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I JUST WANNA, TAPE YOU, ALL NIGHT, YEAH!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:parcey:17984</id>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-04-01T14:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-01T12:24:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-01T12:24:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night I was a jaguar and me Ingmar and Laurens (all jaguars) were caught at the swimming pool, and then we were sent into some building which was FULL with jaguars and black panthers all with spears and weird clothes and they were putting us in those clothes as well and gasp :| .. foggy dream ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines.</content>
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    <title>IM SEVENTEEN</title>
    <published>2004-03-24T07:44:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-24T07:44:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">-08:40:51- [@Seventeen]: hrm&lt;br /&gt;-08:41:24- [@Seventeen]: i had weird dreams last night :|&lt;br /&gt;-08:41:37- [@Mono[bot-lith]]: you remember them?&lt;br /&gt;-08:41:38- [@Seventeen]: all the student at school were creeps and I had to build towers to stop them from getting into classes!&lt;br /&gt;-08:41:41- [@Seventeen]: yeah always&lt;br /&gt;-08:41:43- [@Seventeen]: so i build&lt;br /&gt;-08:41:48- [@Seventeen]: a crystal blaster&lt;br /&gt;-08:41:52- [@Seventeen]: and they fell down by bushes&lt;br /&gt;-08:42:02- [@Seventeen]: too much wc3 :|&lt;br /&gt;-08:42:57- [@Mono[bot-lith]]: You should write your dreams in your LJ if you remember them all. I'd be interested in reading them</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-03-20T09:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-20T08:47:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-20T08:47:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do gothics dress gothic? It's just another group.&lt;br /&gt;"It's like sluts, your friend becomes one, you become one."&lt;br /&gt;Then what are we?&lt;br /&gt;"We're cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have piercings? Why do people wear weird clothes and black make up? What do they want to shout out to us? That they're different from us? That they think about the wolrd differently?&lt;br /&gt;Can't they just say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gothics, alto's skater's. All the same. I heard someone say once; "I'm a skater."&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because you wear wide clothes? I can wear those. Would it make me a skater? Don't think so. And if so, wouldn't that be too easy?&lt;br /&gt;So what does being a "skater" mean anyway. &lt;br /&gt;You want to be apart of something. That's what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What group are we?&lt;br /&gt;We look at groups.&lt;br /&gt;We're sober.&lt;br /&gt;We've passed it.&lt;br /&gt;We pity the groups.&lt;br /&gt;We're open minded.&lt;br /&gt;We don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;We let go.&lt;br /&gt;We're the spectators.&lt;br /&gt;We see.&lt;br /&gt;We judge.&lt;br /&gt;We question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the type;&lt;br /&gt;"I-act-cool-but-yet-am-sensitive-inside." Look at my msn name. I'm lonely inside. I long for love inside.&lt;br /&gt;That kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the type;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm-shy-have-no-friends-please-don't-hurt-me" kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;No one understands me. Sure you can borrow money, sure you can take my calculator. I want to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And;&lt;br /&gt;"I-don't-care-if-u-hate-me-ive-got-my-counterstrike-I-got-friends-like-myself-leave-me-alone".&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say. I don't go out. I wish nothing of you. You don't know the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are walking question marks.&lt;br /&gt;They seem cool wihout knowing it from themselves. They seem to have accidentilly dressed so cool and (pretend?) not to care what they look like. They are utterly nice to everyone and if goodlooking, easily spoilable by too much attention from "sluts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot categorize ourselves. Can you?</content>
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    <title>parcey @ 2004-03-18T20:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-18T19:30:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Okay, so if today didnt toally suck already, I just lost my job.</content>
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