<?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-11667647</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:02:32.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Juultjes Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A look trough my eyes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111990333275365290</id><published>2005-06-27T22:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:15:32.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something stupid</title><content type='html'>I know I stand in line&lt;br /&gt;Until you think you have the time&lt;br /&gt;To spend an evening with me&lt;br /&gt;And if we go someplace to dance&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a chance&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place&lt;br /&gt;And have a drink or two&lt;br /&gt;And then I go and spoil it all&lt;br /&gt;By saying something stupid&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That you despise the same old lines&lt;br /&gt;You heard the night before&lt;br /&gt;And though it's just a line to you&lt;br /&gt;For me it's true&lt;br /&gt;And never seemed so right before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice every day to find some clever lines to say&lt;br /&gt;To make the meaning come through&lt;br /&gt;But then I think I'll wait until the evening&lt;br /&gt;gets late&lt;br /&gt;And I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is right&lt;br /&gt;Your perfume fills my head&lt;br /&gt;The stars get red&lt;br /&gt;And oh the night's so blue&lt;br /&gt;And then I go and spoil it all&lt;br /&gt;By saying something stupid&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Williams feat. Nicole Kidman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111990333275365290?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111990333275365290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111990333275365290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111990333275365290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111990333275365290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-stupid.html' title='Something stupid'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111987535334636320</id><published>2005-06-27T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:29:13.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again :p&lt;br /&gt;It really has been a long time since I've updated.&lt;br /&gt;The reason that it has been such a while, is that the weather was really nice and I wanted to enjoy the sun instead of sitting at my desk inside.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my examens and I PASSED!! I was really happy when I heard it, and I threw a party.&lt;br /&gt;The party was very nice I have to say ;)&lt;br /&gt;I had my enteringtests for my studie too, but I don't know what to think about then, so I'll just sit and wait and see what will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to say, so when I do have something to say, I'll update really soon again.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111987535334636320?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111987535334636320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111987535334636320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111987535334636320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111987535334636320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111606818459931997</id><published>2005-05-14T12:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:56:24.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/640/photo3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/photo3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111606818459931997?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111606818459931997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111606818459931997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111606818459931997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111606818459931997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111606665496986003</id><published>2005-05-14T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:30:54.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/640/photo26.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/photo26.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one in pink&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111606665496986003?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111606665496986003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111606665496986003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111606665496986003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111606665496986003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-one-in-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111606603213234616</id><published>2005-05-14T12:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:20:32.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>how to call it this time?</title><content type='html'>I promised an update, so here it is again.&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice but exhausting time in Leiden. Learned a lot about mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Got up everyday around six o'clock and went to bed around eleven o'clock, but I had some time to rest in Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;In Belgium I did almost nothing, only Thursday was nice.&lt;br /&gt;The wheather was nice and my grandma and I played tennis. Then we went home to drink some tea and to go to the beach with the whole gang.&lt;br /&gt;We had a walk about an hour or three. We went to the poolaround tea-time.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home for a week now and last Thursday we had our Gala. My dress was very pretty. A lot said so.&lt;br /&gt;Most girls and boys were very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Slept very long the day afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Got a breack now, from studying, the exams are approaching.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm going to make it. Most people are sure about that, so maybe I should believe a bit more in it too.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post a picture of my dress on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;-xx-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111606603213234616?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111606603213234616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111606603213234616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111606603213234616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111606603213234616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-call-it-this-time.html' title='how to call it this time?'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111477258932947160</id><published>2005-04-29T12:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:34:22.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>It has been a while sinds I posted my latest post, so I'm going to update again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous weekend, we had a competition between the horses and the ponys at the stables.&lt;br /&gt;I had a white and brown horse, so I had to wash it to make him white again.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like water that much, but if he got a little (read a lot of) hay, he would cooperate with me.&lt;br /&gt;He has never been that white before :p.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the ponys won, though with only a little more points than the horses. ( I rode with the ponys.)&lt;br /&gt;One girl fell off because her pony tripped. Luckely she turned out to be ok after all, but still the understudy had to ride the rest of the test in her place. The understudy was nervous but did great.&lt;br /&gt;No accidents happened while the horses were riding, so that went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;This was a little competion before we go to the championship in May.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we do it just as good or even better that time. But I'm sure it is going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday I had to go to school. Not so much hours to sit out and not so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I took the day off, so Tuesday was my last schoolday with actual lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I can no go to school if I want some more information about a topic, but I think I'll manage without.&lt;br /&gt;Had some instructions about the exams on Thursday. All the things you have to know...&lt;br /&gt;Now the exams are getting real to me and they are getting real close too.&lt;br /&gt;I got this feeling I'll manage but I still have to study a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress for my gala is becoming actually something. I think it is really pretty, but it isn't finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's pink, that's all I can say about it because I don't know really how to describe it all in English, but I'll try to get a picture on my Blog when it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost vacation too. When I get back from Leiden, I'll go with the train to Belgium to spend my holliday there with my familie. My grandma and grandpa will be there too, what a happy familie. I'm looking very forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be updating for a while I think, but when I get back, I'll tell you about Belgium and Leiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think, I've typed enough, so I'm going to quit and study again.&lt;br /&gt;See you next time.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111477258932947160?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111477258932947160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111477258932947160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111477258932947160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111477258932947160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111384944829031526</id><published>2005-04-18T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:37:28.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>There is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;That feels I am different from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I can't quiet see,&lt;br /&gt;Something that I can't quiet feel,&lt;br /&gt;Something so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;But this 'thing' is always there,&lt;br /&gt;This 'thing' with others,&lt;br /&gt;I will never share.&lt;br /&gt;So I push it to the back of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts of boys and clothes&lt;br /&gt;And make-up, it is hiding behind.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;It comes back with such ferocity,&lt;br /&gt;Angry and unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost and sad,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever caused this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Must have been so horrible and bad.&lt;br /&gt;A lost memory or something else,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know, I am looking in a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;but all I can see is me,&lt;br /&gt;trying to be&lt;br /&gt;what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;instead of what I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I can never let this feeling show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111384944829031526?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111384944829031526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111384944829031526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111384944829031526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111384944829031526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/04/difference_18.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111375921704455731</id><published>2005-04-17T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:33:46.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>about an article</title><content type='html'>I read this article on the internet about some churches in Utrecht. The article said that the leaders of the church wanted to keep them open on Sundays when the stores are open too. Several reasons were given;&lt;br /&gt;- people could go whenever they want, to clam down, because the divine services would be spread over the day.&lt;br /&gt;- It’s not right to claim a day of rest and disconnect this way; Jews have it on Saturday and Muslims on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;- otherwise people would do whatever they want, because the time that priests tell you what to do and you actually listen to it, is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last reason is not very clear to me what connection should be made. Most churches have their services early in the morning, so when you want to go shopping, you can do it after.&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is a little strange to me. I mean, apparently you want a day of rest, so why make fuss about which day.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, most stores are open 6 days a week, then why shop on the day that’s called “a day of rest and a day of God”?&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays it seems only money and the things we own are important. It is a material world. People are always in a rush (trust me, that’s something I can confirm). If you don’t go with the rest of the society, you are seen as an outsider or a slowcoach.&lt;br /&gt;Why not take a bit of rest. I don’t think you can’t do anything on Sundays, but it’s good to think about yourself and relax for a day.&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the people shopping at Sunday, it looks like they are flying through the stores. My view: Relax man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too bad that I can’t start a discussion here right now. The only way for you to respond is to comment this topic. I’m curious about your opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111375921704455731?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111375921704455731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111375921704455731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111375921704455731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111375921704455731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/04/about-article_17.html' title='about an article'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111374019182225768</id><published>2005-04-17T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:18:27.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite wonders</title><content type='html'>What's the biggest number you can think of? A billion? A trillion? A googol? (That's 1 followed by a hundred zeroes.) Whatever number you come up with, there's always a larger one. You could write down 1 and keep adding zeroes after it until you hand gets tired, and you still wouldn't get to the "last" number. There's always another number right after whatever you've written down. Just add 1 and you'll get a bigger number.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no imaginable "last" number, mathematicians say there are infinitely many whole numbers. When you start thinking about infinity and numbers, you also run into all sorts of weird mind-boggling puzzles and paradoxes. Here's one in which hotel rooms stand in for numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you walk into an ordinary hotel. If the desk clerk tells you there are no vacancies, there's really nothing you can do. Every room is occupied.&lt;br /&gt;It's very different at the Infinity Hotel, which has an infinite number of rooms. Even if all the rooms are occupied when you arrive, the clerk can still find you a bed. She simply sends a housekeeper to awaken the guests and move them to new rooms. To make sure everyone has a place, the guest in room 1 goes to room 2, the guest in room 2 goes to room 3, the guest in room 3 goes to room 4, and so on, until each occupant has moved one room over. There's an extra room at the end of the line because infinity plus 1 still equals infinity. And with room 1 vacant, you can unpack and settle down for the night.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you could make room for an infinite number of guests. Move the guest in room 1 to room 2, the guest in room 2 to room 4, the guest in room 3 to room 6, the guest in room 4 to room 8, and so on. This frees all the odd-numbered rooms, and there is an infinite number of them. The new arrivals can move into the vacant rooms, because adding infinity to infinity still gives you infinity.&lt;br /&gt;That's the strangeness of infinity, where a part can be as large as the whole and there's always room for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(My reason for writing this? I read a book about mathematics and numbers. This example came into my head and I could only put it down by writing it…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111374019182225768?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111374019182225768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111374019182225768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111374019182225768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111374019182225768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/04/infinite-wonders_17.html' title='Infinite wonders'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111346594116343895</id><published>2005-04-14T09:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:06:32.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>You know my soul&lt;br /&gt;You know everything about me there's to know&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart&lt;br /&gt;how to make me stop &amp; how to make me go&lt;br /&gt;You should know I love everything about You&lt;br /&gt;don't You know&lt;br /&gt;that I'm thankful&lt;br /&gt;for the blessing&lt;br /&gt;and the lessons that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;with You by my side&lt;br /&gt;that I'm thankful&lt;br /&gt;so thankful for the love&lt;br /&gt;that You keep bringing in my life&lt;br /&gt;Thankful so thankful&lt;br /&gt;You know my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;before I open up my mouth &amp;amp; try to speak&lt;br /&gt;You know my dreams&lt;br /&gt;must be listening when I'm talking in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I hope You know&lt;br /&gt;I love having You around me&lt;br /&gt;don't You know&lt;br /&gt;that I'm thankful for the blessing&lt;br /&gt;and the lessons that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;with You by my side&lt;br /&gt;that I'm thankful&lt;br /&gt;so thankful for the love&lt;br /&gt;that You keep bringing in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111346594116343895?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111346594116343895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111346594116343895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111346594116343895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111346594116343895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/04/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111324367672327392</id><published>2005-04-11T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:21:16.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, I'm going to update you on my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Not very much has happened though, but it was fine with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I went to the beach on Wednesday with a friend. It rained a little, but that didn't bother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I trained on Thursday and Friday, for the championships which are approaching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On Friday we had also a little performance on school. Some students and bands made some music. It was very nice. Rianne and Mark and their band played also a few songs and my sister joined them in one. That was very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Saturday I went to the stores to get something for my dress for the party for the exams (sorry, it's not a good sentence, but I don't know how to spell and say it correctly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And got some stuff for the championships to. (I like to shop;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sunday, I did nothing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My dad came home from Prague then. He had a few nice stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today I had to go to school as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nothing interresting happened....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So that's pretty much it for now, no interresting stories this time....;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111324367672327392?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111324367672327392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111324367672327392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111324367672327392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111324367672327392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111244330323457478</id><published>2005-04-02T02:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:01:43.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special...</title><content type='html'>I'm relaxing a bit now...&lt;br /&gt;Previous days were very busy. I went from nowhere to everywhere in a very little time...&lt;br /&gt;I trained hard for the championchips, that are approaching. It went not so well as expected, so we have to train a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some friends too... Made plans for this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mail received, my dad said I had received a letter too...&lt;br /&gt;It was from a university I like and where I want to go to college. I want to become a doctor and since more people want to become one, than the universitys can handle, people have to draw lots.&lt;br /&gt;The university I like, has her own lottery too... You have to fill in a form, that will show how much interest you show and how much you have done so far...&lt;br /&gt;When you are thougt to be good enough, you can visit the university and after some days you will have to make some tests.&lt;br /&gt;After every step of the procedure, some people have fall out, because more people want to participate than the university can handle.&lt;br /&gt;I had filled in such form and sent it in. Today I received a letter that I can come to have some lessons and make the tests!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy now. It is my turn to show now what I can do, I'm not longer depending on someone else.&lt;br /&gt;My first concern now, is to pass my exams.&lt;br /&gt;But they will fore sure see that I am worth the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111244330323457478?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111244330323457478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111244330323457478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111244330323457478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111244330323457478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/04/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special...'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111203818133693284</id><published>2005-03-28T21:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:29:41.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>great weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend.... We celebrated Easter, and I think everybody does it almost the same way. Some go to church, others don't, but everybody visits his or hers familie and has a nice meal and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So I did the same and of course I also ate a lot of chocolate (maybe a little too much), I think I'm a little addicted now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was set this weekend, so we had a hour short in the night, but since you had a long weekend, that didn't seem to be a problem, at least not for most of the people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a little with my blog. It's not finished yet, but it will take some time before it is. And of course I get some help too, because I don't know that much about building a site, but I keep learning.&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone actually gave a comment on my previous post, so that means that people actually read the stuff I put down. That's cool :)&lt;br /&gt;A friend came by today, that was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;I did a little about my homework too, but hea, exams are approaching and I really want to pass them.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've done this weekend, it isn't very much, but it was nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111203818133693284?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111203818133693284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111203818133693284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111203818133693284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111203818133693284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/03/great-weekend.html' title='great weekend'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111176958285680851</id><published>2005-03-25T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:53:02.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>games on television</title><content type='html'>Have you ever turned on the television, just because you were so bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did sometime ago… It was at a time when you should be at work or doing something else, so every channel was boring.&lt;br /&gt;It strokes me that many of them had such games when they want you to call a hundred times because you want to win that money they promise you.&lt;br /&gt;Before that you have to solve a puzzle, which is easy, because otherwise nobody would call. Then you have to call, and each time it costs you like 0.75 Euro. When you don’t come through, you’ll try again.&lt;br /&gt;And then, if you are the lucky one who can give the right answer, you’ll have to make a code or something, so after all, you end up with 100 Euro or something, instead of the 2500 which was promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that irritated me most, was the woman who hosted the show.&lt;br /&gt;She was so overreacting and kept saying that nobody was watching because of the nice weather, or everybody was at work or doing something else…&lt;br /&gt;She tried to be nice and convince you by saying that it didn’t matter if you didn’t solve the puzzle immediately…&lt;br /&gt;Then she started to give hints… Like you are a little kid, with the age of 3…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky that this game was almost at the end, and she was still saying that it wasn’t too late, you can still call for about three minutes…&lt;br /&gt;After all someone was called back, and of course the right answer was given. The man won 150 Euro, instead of 2000 and then a soap began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I had been watching all the time, and wondered why I did…&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s the goal of the whole show, but there is so much more you can do with your time…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111176958285680851?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111176958285680851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111176958285680851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111176958285680851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111176958285680851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/03/games-on-television.html' title='games on television'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111175350315012326</id><published>2005-03-25T13:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:29:38.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling just fine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now that I'm getting excited by my Blog, because everything I wanted to do worked out the way I wanted to, and now I want to write a new post.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write how I feel, but I can't really put it down on paper.&lt;br /&gt;Noticed that too? That you want to write about something, but everything you say doesn't seem to be like the way you ment it to be...&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can say is that I am happy; I slept well, don't have that headache anymore and I realised I have the most wonderfull friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I feel like I'm in the middle of the mess that is called "A Life", my friends cheer me up and then I see it isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like singing out loud (but I will think about the neigbours;))&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I wonder about is that I don't know what to do next, after I finish this post, while I got enough stuff to do...&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you are as happy as I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111175350315012326?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111175350315012326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111175350315012326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111175350315012326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111175350315012326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-just-fine.html' title='Feeling just fine...'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111174738809821409</id><published>2005-03-25T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:33:26.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't need a lot of things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can get by with nothin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With all the blessings life can bring &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've always needed something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I've got all I want when it comes to lovin' you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my only reason, you're my only truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you like mercy from Heaven's gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a freedom in your arms, that carries me through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you(whoa-oh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the hope that moves me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to courage again (oh yeah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the love that rescues me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the cold winds rage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's so amazin' 'cause that's just how you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I can't turn back now'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause you've brought me too far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, yes I do, oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you like mercy from Heaven's gate,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a freedom in your arms, yeah, that carries me through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, yes I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you, oh-oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song, wich was sang when we celebrated easter, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Some people will say: "So, it is just a song"&lt;br /&gt;But they saw a message in it. Some will refere to God, others might refere to a friend or a member in your familie.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think everybody needs someone, and the nice weather makes this feeling stronger.&lt;br /&gt;It's just something I wanted to share with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111174738809821409?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111174738809821409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111174738809821409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111174738809821409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111174738809821409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-song.html' title='Just a song...'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111167223020596415</id><published>2005-03-24T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:50:30.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post :D</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is... My first post.&lt;br /&gt;I have to warn you first; I'm someone who likes tot talk, so most of my posts won't be very short.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have enough time to tell all the things I want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to see what I can do with my blog... I'm not that good with computers, but we will just wait and see;)&lt;br /&gt;So, thats all for now, hope to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111167223020596415?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111167223020596415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111167223020596415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111167223020596415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111167223020596415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-post-d.html' title='My first post :D'/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11667647.post-111168298695798185</id><published>2005-03-24T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:35:31.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/640/FinalJuul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (picture created by Mark)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11667647-111168298695798185?l=something-to-share.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/feeds/111168298695798185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11667647&amp;postID=111168298695798185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111168298695798185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11667647/posts/default/111168298695798185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-to-share.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-me-picture-created-by-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>Juultje</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08821598156500631092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/222/4320/320/FinalJuul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
