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        <title>Blog van Nick Van 't Hof</title>
        <description>Blogberichten van Nick Van 't Hof</description>
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            <title>Gigabyte HD4870X2 te koop!</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=82985942</link>
            <description>Hoi, ik verkoop mijn huidige grafische kaart omdat ik nog een modelletje hoger ga.. kaart is in perfecte staat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prijs start op 210€...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(650W voeding krijg je erbij)</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 11:03:42 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>conclusion</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=82652778</link>
            <description>yesterday I came to a strange conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;At night I'm afraid of what I don't see&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;In the daytime i'm afraid of what I see&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like the night better than daytime though.. It's soothing and has it's charme. More romantic me thinks, since a nice sunset is out of the question around these parts... buildings everywhere.. yuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days pass by as I'm starting to wonder what direction I'm going with my life. Time flies by so fast... I wait for certain periods of time to happen. And when they're almost there it seems like there was almost no time between the waiting and the occasion. That thought kinda frightened me.. 'Cause today I could be 22... but in no time I'll be 50 and I've wasted my entire life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say: &amp;quot;Time flies when you're havin' fun!&amp;quot;... Well... if I already think time's going rather fast, then I must be having fun in a way. Which is weird 'cause I always feel kinda miserable... So for time to go slow on my end... I think i should be severely depressed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. life's un-answerable questions... how they suck ^^</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 14:51:27 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>The one</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=82561491</link>
            <description>How do you know when you've met &amp;quot;The one&amp;quot;.. Do you constantly think of her? What if she's unreachable.. What if you pay a price that's inhuman to yourself, but still it seems worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the dreams that haunt you.. Where she says you'll win her over... but the second you wake up, you know it's all fake. That's when the pain kicks in. And the worst thing is knowing what it's like to have had her and to have lost her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt my life right now. The relationship i'm in. The things i do.. It never seems like anything still really satisfies me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i've got some text written on my cellphone and i really think i should post it.. i type messages on it when i really need it.. they have no date or time or whatever.. so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I? What is my purpose? Should I just live and obey society? Make no difference like so many?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my capabilities are... Everyone must have at least one thing they're good at. Is it my emotion that gets in the way, or even worse... Do i let it control me? I guess it's too late to turn to a heart of stone. I'm not even sure if it is... Emotion is what makes me a good person right!? RIGHT!?... No answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion makes me weak. It strikes fear into my heart. Fear prohibits me from doing stuff. A blade with different edge sides: a) a sharp one, &lt;img class=&quot;smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2471//s/i/smilies/cool.gif&quot; alt=&quot;:)&quot; /&gt; a rusty one, that can't cut. I keep hitting life with the &amp;quot;b&amp;quot; side of my blade. You could in fact compare the rust to the fear. the fear prevents that side of my blade from being sharp. How do i sharpen it?... Who is my sharpening tool? Is he/she out there??? Figuring this thing out makes me scared. It seems i'm predestined to fail. I know people tell me I only see the negative side of life, and it's THAT that makes me the way I am. I say it's horseshit... Whenever the two factors luck or happiness seem to prevail, a big cloud of negative thunder strikes me. It's been like this each time... And of corse then i have nowhere to turn. No-one understands... is thre such a thing as bad karma? Maybe so... Or was i cursed. Sometimes I think I am... Sometimes I don't even know if any of what i see is real. It could as well be a part of my imagination... I mean, is the body I have the way i see it? Are the people around me the way i see them? Or are they other creatures? Do they even exist, I don't think any of these questions are healthy... And then again sometimes i think i'm somewhere at the edge of a plot where i'll find out what everything really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i finally figured out why i'm always trying to be so different. It's because i don't like what i see. Nothing feels right or suits me when i try to blend in somewhere... But when i'm myself, I feel okay. I can't be what people expect me to be, and i refuse it cause it doesn't feel right. Look at them. All contributing to society, and though it's rotten no-one seems to stand up and change something. Afraid of being themselves because then they would be cast out and reffered to as what society calls &amp;quot;weird&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;out of the ordinary&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;not acceptable&amp;quot; if you will... So what i understand is that being who you truly are is &amp;quot;intolerable behaviour&amp;quot;? *yawn* I'm gonna hit the sack now, it's getting late. guess tomorrow will be another day of not trying to be society's bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The there's the all time favorite. Jaegermeister... It doesn't actually keep negative thoughts out, but it makes me care less. There's something in this beverage that sooths me and calms me down. And it's not nescesarily the alcohol. Praying towards a better tomorrow, a never ending story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, jaegermeister is no longer the all time favorite. Now it's just plain old beer. It's been a while since i've written stuff... On another cellphone yeh.. But that one crashed... Ok, now... I found out why i see things differently for sure, no more hypothesis or any kind of presuming... I've had myself tested about 2 months ago, concerning those fears and all. Turns out i have autism. This explains a lot... I'm starting to see some things more clear now, though the world is still mostly a big questionmark. And it always will be. I'm supposed to be @ some kind of councelor tomorrow. I wonder what she's like. I hope she's hot. Don't get me wrong, I just find it easier to get along with good looking women. Men always kind of frighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.. Thinking about my amp... it's still @ l.o. somewhere... Fuck it, turnin' in anyway.. Gn i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, went to the councelor chick about a week ago. She wasn't hot or anything, but at least she was kind of friendly.. I'm sitting here all alone right now. On a bench in my neighbourhood. I like how quiet the night is. It gives me space to think.. Unleash my trail of thoughts. Someone's out here... It kinda freaks me out cuz i hear footsteps that disappeared behind me. Turns out it was just a guy walking his dog.. I was kinda hoping it would be a young woman my age. I phantasised her coming over and sit next to me, asking why i was here and explaining how the night soothed her and how she wanted someone to talk to her like i did. I already said that men scare me sometimes. That's why i want it to be a woman.. Because no matter what, they're alwas more considerate in a way... I've got my beer standing next to me.. And i'm still dreaming. Hoping on luck.. And a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed over at my gf's place and I'm getting agitated.  I'm afraid that one of these days I'll  no longer be able to contain myself and go mental for a short period of time. I just want everyone to leave me alone at times. I'm starting to get a little depressed... Hating everything more and more each minute. It's horrid you know.. Having to wake up to a place you hate the second you open your eyes in the morning. Each day again and again. The same shit.. Actually the days that are the same ain't that bad.. It's the different ones that i hate the most. I can't sleep. I don't feel at ease...  not even the least bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's been a while again... As always.. I just had cebir tests. Had to do them to see if i'm fit for a software-testing job. I kind of fear for square one again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my fear is justified... Here we are, square one. Fuckin' assholes. I failed the personality tests. Don't really get how cause i have the standard &amp;quot;autism spectrum&amp;quot; shit filled out, nothing out of the ordinary... *sigh* anyway... I'm at a village in the belgian ardens called &amp;quot;Tellin&amp;quot;.. I've been here for a week with some family. It's storming right now, so i can't sleep and it's 5.15am right now, so that kinda sucks... Got this roof window which the rain splatters against.. Pretty fuckin' annoying.. Gotta get up to go h ome in a few hours.. Gonna try to sleep a little anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's what i have on my cellphone so far.. stuff i read over and over.. and add some things every now and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's saturday.. I could go out tonight, but I guess iI need a little peace and quiet, so i've decided not to get loaded once again to escape the sharp pain of reality that knocks me down every now and then. Going over to my granny's because i haven't been there for a while and yeah, well.. they're old so any god given time they still have on this planet should be cherished I guess. That and I love my grandfather a great deal... that old timer ^^..&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing so great lately. I get agitated by my loved ones. Sometimes I wanna tell them to just STFU and mind their own damn bussiness instead of butlin' in the whole damn time... I need my breathing space at the moment, and lots of it...  That and I'm still seeking some kind of companionship with the female breed that i haven't found yet... And it's getting harder and harder to cope with being without it. You maybe wouldn't say it at first, but i'm kind of a big cuddlybear when it comes to women ^^. There's nothing i'd like more then a great big hug at times -and a good one might i add. not one of those everyday hugs you give people, because those are cold as fuck..</description>
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            <title>I've</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=81586851</link>
            <description>I've tried to make it work..&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm the jerk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i didn't hurt you like i did&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way.. so this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you well and hope to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope it plays out well in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you what you desire&lt;br /&gt;I feel no passion, no burning fire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day you'll understand..&lt;br /&gt;I've triend to explain.. but i just can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 19:24:44 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Breaks</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=81568267</link>
            <description>I don't wanna be another asshole that breaks a heart&lt;br /&gt;And make everything fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you feel it's not true&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks at you in dispise&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of those other millions of motherfucking guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cross your heart and hope to die&lt;br /&gt;As you kiss your love goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever find the strength?&lt;br /&gt;Or will this feeling just add length...</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:06:41 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Fallout 3 (FR) UNREGISTERED</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=81169666</link>
            <description>&lt;strong&gt;Algemeen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titel: &lt;/strong&gt;	Fallout 3 (FR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beschrijving: &lt;/strong&gt;	Fallout 3 (Franse versie)Gekocht op 09/11/2008 Splinternieuw (3x beschikbaar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prijs:&lt;/strong&gt; 	€ 30,00 Plaats een afslagzoekertje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra info: &lt;/strong&gt;	Ik heb deze versie gekocht op de NEXT beurs in Brussel maar was pas thuis tot de constatatie gekomen dat dit een franse versie was. De cd key is nog niet geregistreerd op WindowsLive. Dus de game is splinternieuw en in perfecte staat. Gekocht op 09/11/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contactgegevens:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mailadres: 	&lt;a href=&quot;/go/messages/send/receiver=Foor.Von.Aug@gmail.com&quot;&gt;Foor.Von.Aug@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcode: 	9120</description>
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            <title>Electro Gypsy ^^</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80600242</link>
            <description>Here he is the electro gypsy&lt;br /&gt;In his caravan&lt;br /&gt;It's the future man&lt;br /&gt;See him play a tune upon his Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;A guitar won't do&lt;br /&gt;They are too old skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch him going door to door&lt;br /&gt;Selling Pegs and lucky heather&lt;br /&gt;Dropping fine electric beats&lt;br /&gt;Wearing trousers made of leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Yama Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Yama Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Moog and a Casio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is the electro gypsy&lt;br /&gt;He stands motionless&lt;br /&gt;While he drops a melody&lt;br /&gt;Plays future music long into the night&lt;br /&gt;Till his fingers bleed&lt;br /&gt;Well that's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch him going door to door&lt;br /&gt;Selling Pegs and lucky heather&lt;br /&gt;Dropping fine electric beats&lt;br /&gt;Wearing trousers made of leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Yama Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Yama Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Moog and a Casio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;Yamaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he goes the Electro Gypsy&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere he goes&lt;br /&gt;He needs to take a generator&lt;br /&gt;Power is not&lt;br /&gt;What he craves my friend&lt;br /&gt;It's just the means to&lt;br /&gt;His electro end</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
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            <title>GRR.. I don't forget</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80575139</link>
            <description>I'm not gonna lie to you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;People just don't do that shit.. Not even if they have a heart of stone.&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what u made me believe... Or what i've tried to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u come to ur senses and think about what you've done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me well enough know what i'm talkin' about... and definatly YOU (the person who i'm talkin about) if you read this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Scapegoat...</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
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            <title>???</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80302393</link>
            <description>Cowboys from hell solo BEST???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edde gulle FLOODS WEL AL IES GEHOORD???  &lt;img class=&quot;smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2471//s/i/smilies/angry.gif&quot; alt=&quot;:)&quot; /&gt;</description>
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            <title>Wasp - Wild Child</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80288096</link>
            <description>ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;A creature of love and I can't be tamed&lt;br /&gt;I want you, cause I'm gonna take your love from him&lt;br /&gt;And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin&lt;br /&gt;No, he'll never ever touch you like I do&lt;br /&gt;So look in my eyes and burn alive the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wild child, come and love me&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in exile I need you to touch me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wild child, come and love me&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in exile I need you to touch me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want what you do&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me the lies you're telling him when you&lt;br /&gt;Run away 'cause I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I'm sure it's killing him to find&lt;br /&gt;That you run to me when he lets you go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm burning, burning, burning up with fire&lt;br /&gt;So - come turn me on and turn the flames up higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wild child, come and love me&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in exile I need you to touch me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wild child, come and love me&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in exile I need you to touch me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want what you do&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A naked heat machine, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;When the moons arise we'll feel just what it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wild child, come and love me&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in exile I need you to touch me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wild child, come and love me&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in exile I need you to touch me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want what you do&lt;br /&gt;I want you</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 08:38:57 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Never judge a book by it's cover..</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80288072</link>
            <description>Als mensen mij voor het eerst zien hebben ze zo steeds een indruk van: Whoa, wa ne rare kerel..&lt;br /&gt;Totdat de mij leren kennen natuurlijk, dan ist wel altijd heel anders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb dat afgeleerd..&lt;br /&gt;Als ge zo reageert dan loopt ge mss heel mooie vriendschappen mis gwn door ietske te judgemental te zijn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might look like a wild beast.. but inside i'm a bunny ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2471//s/i/smilies/tongue.gif&quot; alt=&quot;:)&quot; /&gt;</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 08:28:47 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Feelingless???</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80283328</link>
            <description>Is iedereen zowat ijskoud aan het worden door de maatschappij enzo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik versta dat toch nietmeer als ge zo eens rond u kijkt dan hebben zo weinig mensen nog een hart hé.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to people? Is it society's pressure that becomes unbearable? &lt;br /&gt;Or groups of people that fucked it up at one point -don't ask me which ones, just think ffs-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a really emotional guy it's gettin' kinda hard to deal with all this coldness.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know the saying: &amp;quot;I'm a wolf in sheep-clothes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Well: &amp;quot; I'm a sheep in wolf-clothes&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way i can coop with this life...</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 10:52:44 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Mind cripples once again...</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80195047</link>
            <description>Tis gwn ridiculous oe dant alti zoe vaar kan komme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart torn apart like &amp;quot;een natte gazet&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Swir nix nuf awa.. mr tee wel fatelek nog nooit zoe zeer gedoun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could only see.. the way i wanted us to be.. &lt;br /&gt;I would've given her everything she desired, and cared for her like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how i feel about her.. she has no idea.. even though she said she did.. but she doesn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart.. bit by bit, every single day.. just another problem to fixate upon and nothing to ease the pain but cheap alcohol (which iznoguud for my intestants by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to skip a day when drinking... well, you know; monday - loaded, tuesday - stomach ache, wednesday - loaded,... and so on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a passionate flame that's burning up inside.. 2 bad it has to stay unreleased this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all have a little more luck with this fuckn shit than i do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Foorzie Mcpwnzie</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 20:32:46 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Succesfull</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=80017939</link>
            <description>Operautieke geslougd awa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik em ier nen tijd nix nimr gepost want kgerokte ni op den trap XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr alles blijkt nou nogal vlotjes te goun, en kkan al een bikke wandele sedus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da komt allemol dik in orde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grtz</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 08:32:09 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Brelleken Tek</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35338106</link>
            <description>Onnozele Jelle me ou  Belleken trek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nou zittek ier me ne Cast rond mijn been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kundet nou gelove, ik wil just beginne lope en mijn knie knakt nr de zak  &lt;img class=&quot;smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2471//s/i/smilies/dry.gif&quot; alt=&quot;:)&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maandag operatieken... tzal wel allemol niets zen.. mr toch! Damn uuu!!! XD</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 12:36:01 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Staind - Outside</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35330173</link>
            <description>And you, you bring me to my knees, again&lt;br /&gt;All the times, that I can beg you please, in vain&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I felt insecure, for you&lt;br /&gt;And I leave my burden at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking in&lt;br /&gt;I can see through you&lt;br /&gt;See your true col</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 09:01:39 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Love Bites - Def Leppard</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35255121</link>
            <description>If you've got love in your sights&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, love bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make love, do you look in the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think of?&lt;br /&gt;Does he look like me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell lies?&lt;br /&gt;And say that it's forever?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think twice, or just touch and see?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh babe&lt;br /&gt;O</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:06:57 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Def Leppard Rulez!! XD</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35247138</link>
            <description>Step inside, walk this way&lt;br /&gt;You and me babe, Hey, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on&lt;br /&gt;Livin' like a lover with a radar phone&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp&lt;br /&gt;Demolition woman, can I be your man?&lt;br /&gt;Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 09:49:54 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Meeelleuuuug</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35239381</link>
            <description>I feel alone, bitter, cold.. and in nothingness without her.. .&lt;br /&gt;I'm affraid, small and in pain without her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she knows how much I love her, and i'd try to move the world for her if she'd let me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake at night calling out her na</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 18:45:32 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Earth 2 everyone</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35207477</link>
            <description>Are you people even from this world?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle, sommigen den toch.. so happy it's dumb XD. Alleja, ofterwel liegde echt vollendamp dadde gelukkig zijt en ist maskerken op en goun. Ofterwel ist gwn ignorance... which one is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouwens wa is da met de jeugd van tegewoordig?.. zoene fellen bek dat die ammel ein. Kheb vandemiddag nog iemand gezien dak docht van. Amai at da mijne klane was die kwoum op zijn minst 2 mond nimr buite zonder zwouns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no respect anymore, not in the least bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kleir...</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:53:36 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>What makes a poser?</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35193656</link>
            <description>I don't really get it... what makes a poser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you like metal or you don't.. and if you like metal.. there's like no fuckn way you like anything better than metal!!! But posers... i mean, i don't get what it's all about.. why would you say you like metal if you don't?? Just to look cool? Just to be part of a society that most people fear or find awkward in a way? Metal is in the heart... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever heard a solo that makes you close your eyes and say: &amp;quot; this is the fuckn shit, nothing could touch me more than this at this moment. &amp;quot;   That's what metal is about, feel the vibe, cuz it's played with emotion.. not like that electronic shit.. i think it's the artificial music (electronically made music that iz)... and something artificial just isn't what it's about... music is about emotion.. not about bullshit.. and metal...... it mostly aint about bullshit. it's about emotion and expressing yourself. Get it straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetz, da foorzorz! =P</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 19:58:42 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Allé, wa is da ier nou weer</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35190137</link>
            <description>Kverstont toch allemol ni goe nimr zenne, der is zoeveel stress tegewoordig. Zoeveel mense dieda ni krijge wada ze wille. En tzou toch allemol wel een pak gemakkeleker kunne zijn of ni... Alleja, of ge versto mij op deze momen, of ge versto mij ni, boeit giene zak awa.. zou da bestaan.. azoe vervloekt zijn? kvroug mij da soms toch af... mr alle, kgon nou stoppe me type want der go toch ni veel vets nimr uitkomme..&lt;br /&gt;Yoewz</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 23:26:21 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Hobo - Barbie</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35129162</link>
            <description>Zou da agelek niets zijn veur de mart? Hobo - Barbie.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azoe een barbie poppeke me vettig haar, handschoene zonder vingertopkes, nen trenchcoat en een fles Jack Daniëls in ne papiere zak.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzou volges mij nog verpatsen oek ^^.. (i'd buy one)</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 17:35:36 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>Weeeuuuw</title>
            <link>http://nl.netlog.com/Foorken/blog/blogid=35127151</link>
            <description>moete nou als ge wa metalgezind zijt ALTIJ ZOE DEROVER GON... kvin zwarte kledij enzoe wel schoon kmoet da toegeve... Mr ask zoe es rondkijk gogget der altij net wel iets over. Blood guts 'n gore is ni 't enigste wa telt ... WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE LOVE FOR THE MUSIC??? :s</description>
            <author>Foorken</author>
            <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 12:07:45 UT</pubDate>
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