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This a place for my thoughts and and photos and my eternal love and respect for that thing called life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agnoslibertine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agnoslibertine.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032971909546071350/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>AgnosLibertine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11994549315367966814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-taAlgNw8PUU/TddbguN2siI/AAAAAAAACVA/nuYMqE9nkXE/s220/20.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>985</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Agnoslibertinebloggspotcom" /><feedburner:info uri="agnoslibertinebloggspotcom" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Agnoslibertinebloggspotcom</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQHs_cCp7ImA9WhVSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032971909546071350.post-770438693261173053</id><published>2012-03-08T07:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T07:00:01.548+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-08T07:00:01.548+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fanletters" /><title>Fanletter: Heroes from Korea?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2H6neOTmYVs/TseJSJlldeI/AAAAAAAADlI/XLl-yy8bcAg/s1600/fanletter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2H6neOTmYVs/TseJSJlldeI/AAAAAAAADlI/XLl-yy8bcAg/s1600/fanletter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello
Tommy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My name is Ji-Uan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am from the Korean time Namwon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was wondering who are
you're heroes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;hello
Ji-Uan, nice to meet you. I don't know about heroes (in this time and age). But
if we are talking about role models, I have a few. Some people are like really
cool, the way they have conquered themselves under different kinds of pressure.
Like Napoleon, who I have read a lot about. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73pihc_rh4E/Tsv0ai7A9-I/AAAAAAAADqE/fW8dXPMiBxs/s1600/bruce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73pihc_rh4E/Tsv0ai7A9-I/AAAAAAAADqE/fW8dXPMiBxs/s200/bruce.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bruce Lee
is a really cool (or was) person who has always fascinated me for all kinds of
reasons, his philosophy, his originality, his devotion for exercise etc. What I
love about him is how he once mentioned on a interview, and he said that his
goal in life was always to express himself honestly, and not lying to himself,
and how difficult it is to be honest to yourself. The way he spoke was also
very haunting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But it is easier for me to connect with characters in movies and TV-shows (yes,
I know how creepy it sounds) but it is absolutely true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;One
character that I really felt impressed with, was when I was watching the show
The practice and Boston Legal. This character Alan Shore (played brilliantly by
James Spader).&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLHoyI_9hBw/Tsv0aDx_CII/AAAAAAAADqA/Ys-xDly_E2w/s1600/alan-shore_33336015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLHoyI_9hBw/Tsv0aDx_CII/AAAAAAAADqA/Ys-xDly_E2w/s320/alan-shore_33336015.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This was a
character who is a lawyer and he is fed up with the system, and he uses his
social skills to piss people off, and win impossible battles for the poor, or
unjustly treated. And.. this is the part that got me excited. Usually he bent
or broke the law without even blinking or feeling remorse. He was just tired of
the law that did not help the ones who really needed it. And he stood up to
bullies (judges and other lawyers). But in a way Alan Shore was this antagonist
in the story, and a protagonist at the same time. I really like how he is basically
a libertine who stands above the hypocrisy of society. He would basically ask
the question, why be serious, where is the fun in that? Why support and protect
a law for the ones who need it, if the law doesn't help the ones who need it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There are a
lot of people I admire, but I think that the people who were gifted with words
and thoughts are the ones that impress me the most. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I hope that
answers your question. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Have a
super great year Ji-Uan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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ps. here is a video of Alan Shore,&lt;br /&gt;
where he describes what it means to be a lawyer. Just amazing performance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXmUXeqO_bQ/TtDLUnNES8I/AAAAAAAADsw/VB1bkvjUnG4/s1600/mor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXmUXeqO_bQ/TtDLUnNES8I/AAAAAAAADsw/VB1bkvjUnG4/s320/mor1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mother,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Izabella,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat can I tell you about the woman who gave birth to me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
You know me, from my photos, my words, my thoughts, my creative&amp;nbsp;pursuits. But where does all of that come from?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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I would like to tell you that my creativity is my own invention, but the truth is, I have always had my acting skills, artistic creativity and temper from my mom. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her childhood&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
My mother was born in Krakow, Poland. She grew up with her two parents, and her three brothers.&lt;br /&gt;

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She&amp;nbsp;went to a school that was run by nuns,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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a very common way of schooling in Poland&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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during the time of her childhood.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early in life she showed signs of creativity, and finally she went on to acting school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And she did a lot of theater work and TV work.&lt;/span&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, it was a very hard life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;and she was always sick and had problems with&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fibromyalgia" target="_blank"&gt;Fibromyalgia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But she went on to meet the love of her life, a guy called Max, a entrepreneur. Turned out however, that he had a brother, Marek. And when they met, well. She had to end her relationship with Max. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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(Max is my uncle, and Marek is my father)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The opened up a restaurant together, and it was quite successful. But then they had me, and Poland became a battlezone (the cold war of the communists).&amp;nbsp;Eventually we all moved to Sweden to avoid&amp;nbsp;persecution.&amp;nbsp;Unfortunetly my mom and my dad, did not work well together. And the relationship ended. I will never know&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;why, because they have different versions of the story. So I don't know the truth. I like to think however, that they just didn't get along. People grow apart sometimes. It happens. He cheated, he says, she cheated etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Living with my mom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkbv68Uf7-U/TtDLbiLdQNI/AAAAAAAADt8/sJXR05fQrI8/s1600/mor11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkbv68Uf7-U/TtDLbiLdQNI/AAAAAAAADt8/sJXR05fQrI8/s320/mor11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lived together in a apartment in Stockholm, and she was a single mother working as a kinder garden teacher. Growing up with my mom was a turbulent childhood. It was consistent of two parts. One part was magical, we traveled a lot, in USA, Italy etc. And when she was with a new boyfriend, she was a wonderful person. But she had a dark personality too. It wasn't that she was evil, but she was stressed, working hard, trying to take care of me, and felt alone. I often saw her crying,&amp;nbsp;screaming&amp;nbsp;and often she yelled me, and abused me.&amp;nbsp;Violently&amp;nbsp;I am afraid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GvKNf4fFEY/TtDLYkPlNVI/AAAAAAAADtc/V2bOSRWEgFE/s1600/mor7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GvKNf4fFEY/TtDLYkPlNVI/AAAAAAAADtc/V2bOSRWEgFE/s320/mor7.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has ALWAYS loved me&amp;nbsp;infinitely&amp;nbsp;and given me gifts, and she was always proud of my creative skills. But I think that she was afraid that it would be terrible for me, as it was for her, so she pushed me towards another path. Finish university studies and become a doctor (a very polish typical thing). I could never feel I measured up. So I felt like I let her down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnnRboXFeho/TtDLaD_ML2I/AAAAAAAADts/9TyYaDwGtzI/s1600/mor9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnnRboXFeho/TtDLaD_ML2I/AAAAAAAADts/9TyYaDwGtzI/s400/mor9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides me, she loved only two more people, her parents.&amp;nbsp;Who she took care of, ALL her life. That was her&amp;nbsp;passion. And she loves to travel a lot. She has been almost everywhere. But she is very sick all the time, she had bad&amp;nbsp;immune&amp;nbsp;defense&amp;nbsp;system, and along with the fibromyalgia, and her depression she is often upset, angry or sad. She loves to complain about life, but she would never admit that she is weak or anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She is so creative, she can draw amazing pictures, and such a&amp;nbsp;talented&amp;nbsp;actress. Looking back at her life, she did always have dream that she didn't&amp;nbsp;for fill. I once asked her what it was, and she said she would have loved to be a psychiatrist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Final words... about my mother...&lt;/div&gt;
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She took care of me, and I will always love her, but the way she made me feel growing up, I feel that I need a certain distance from her to be happy. I know that sounds terrible, but I have explained this to her, that I am really happy in Helsingborg and far away from Stockholm. If there is one thing I want for her, it is for her to find a partner. because going through life alone, is just not enough. We all need, I believe, another person to complete us. But she is so damn stubborn. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Actors:&lt;/b&gt; Philip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener, Clifton Collins Jr.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Bennett Miller&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Run time: &lt;/b&gt;114 min&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;One of the most impressive male performances in cinematic history. Philip Seymour Hoffman IS Truman Capote!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So in 2005
I was really depressed, and really into&amp;nbsp;literature. And movies just didn't do
it for me anymore. But then I saw this trailer. A really great trailer was done
for Capote, see below. And I was waiting for the movie to be released, and when
I saw it I feel in love with a dead writer. Truman Capote, who wrote among
other books, the famous "In cold blod", it was a mix of biography and
fiction without actually lying. He was using fictional techniques to describe a
real event, a family in Kansas who was one day murdered by two young men from
the bottom of the society. And when they caught them, Capote interviewed them,
and had a special friendship with one of them (Perry Smith). He was close to them
until their execution by hanging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4syq5uzkQu4/Txqh3YV5AgI/AAAAAAAAFlY/bSOiyRuWusg/s1600/capote1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4syq5uzkQu4/Txqh3YV5AgI/AAAAAAAAFlY/bSOiyRuWusg/s320/capote1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This movie is about that event, and about how Truman Capote (played with
BRILLIANCE by&amp;nbsp;
Philip Seymour Hoffman&amp;nbsp;) dealt with the strange relationship with
a murderer who he did not want to die, but for the book to be a success, it
would have to end with the execution of Perry.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is also about Capote, who with a troubled childhood, where his real parents&amp;nbsp;abandoned&amp;nbsp;him, and&amp;nbsp;committed&amp;nbsp;suicide. And how he fought to be loved by people. He was a true social artist, that everyone&amp;nbsp;respected&amp;nbsp;and loved, even if they all agreed that he had a weird voice, was short and was lying a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRmUzHoirQc/Txqh33ct_DI/AAAAAAAAFlg/N2xnIlSp_Bc/s1600/capote2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRmUzHoirQc/Txqh33ct_DI/AAAAAAAAFlg/N2xnIlSp_Bc/s320/capote2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of
all, if there is one reason to see this movie, that I really highly recommend,
it is to see the actor&amp;nbsp;
Philip Seymour Hoffman&amp;nbsp;transform into real life Capote.
It is without any doubts, the BEST male performance I have EVER seen. Truly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But the movie is great on its own, it is sort of dark and moody, and it
captures the viewers emotions in every scene. The complexity of life,
friendship and murder. I have seen it many times, and I wish I could have like
a extended directors cut of the movie. Even if it would not make the movie
better, its just that the story is so good I want to see more details and hear
more&amp;nbsp;dialogues.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0JjHslplM/Txqh4Vi1prI/AAAAAAAAFlo/wHUU1z-ZAXU/s1600/capote3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0JjHslplM/Txqh4Vi1prI/AAAAAAAAFlo/wHUU1z-ZAXU/s320/capote3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman&amp;nbsp;got one of the most well deserved Oscars in history of movie
making. That you can quote me on. You really should see it. Also other great
acting performances by Catherine Keener (who plays Nelle Harper Lee, yes the
one who wrote Kill a mocking bird) and Clifton Collins Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is another movie that was released shortly after this one, with the same story basically (Infamous from 2006). It is a movie where Toby Jones plays Capote. he did it in a great way as well, and some would argue that nobody could match his correct portrait of Capote. However, there can be no mistake that Hoffman made the best male acting performance in history.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a trailer for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTUU558h7Ag/TtJboXvYJNI/AAAAAAAAD6g/NAUHw-hO4DM/s1600/ay01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTUU558h7Ag/TtJboXvYJNI/AAAAAAAAD6g/NAUHw-hO4DM/s400/ay01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Walking around in Stockholm during autumn.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is so strange to see these pictures, when I remember the last&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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couple of years where I used to spend a lot of time in the city of&lt;/div&gt;
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Stockholm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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See my blonde hair? isn't it amazing, how a hair color can&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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change naturally during childhood?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJUC2WVZ5rE/TtDtsEq_nxI/AAAAAAAADuQ/pvAUMCEBTl8/s1600/IMG_4644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJUC2WVZ5rE/TtDtsEq_nxI/AAAAAAAADuQ/pvAUMCEBTl8/s400/IMG_4644.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow I want you to really listen!&amp;nbsp;I have this game,&amp;nbsp;that I have been waiting for a long time. It&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Battlefield 3!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have had it for a few&amp;nbsp;months.&amp;nbsp;It is actually developed by a Swedish computer game software company (called Dice). I stopped playing games when I was around 18, but then one day, I turned 25, and this game showed up called Battlefield 2, and I just fell in love in lack for a better description.&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me explain how it works. You go around online, on these gigantic maps in the game, as a soldier, among your team member and the other team. Usually a total of 64 players per map. And you basically shoot others, win points, unlock new weapons etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't buy that bullshit that&amp;nbsp;violent&amp;nbsp;games&amp;nbsp;develop&amp;nbsp;violent&amp;nbsp;behavior, if anything it channels feelings. I don't enjoy hurting people in reality, this game has nothing to do with that. It is as harmless as chess. You just aim to win, not to end someones life. And you have to use cunning skills to survive, you have to practice aiming and hiding. It is a great way to spend a evening. If you haven't tried it, don't knock it! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Plus, I am a guy, and a a guy is a hunter, with the instinct to survive, to win, to conquer! It is in our genes, we can't help it! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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It is very addictive. But not in a dangerous way, you just have so much fun, that you can't stop. I love the game. But sometimes I can get so angry when somebody sneaks up behind me and stabs in the game! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to play Battlefield 2 with my friends. We used to hang in my apartment in Stockholm and play all night, with candy, coca cola and chips. A great way to spend time. Much more fun than being at some party getting drunk. (if you ask me).&lt;br /&gt;
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And you can get so frustrated when somebody kills you in the game. And you can't wait until you get back in the game, to hunt down your nemesis. Then when you play a few&amp;nbsp;rounds, you feel satisfied, you climb into bed, kiss your girlfriend and whisper good night!&lt;br /&gt;
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This will sound stupid. But I promise that these people are the names that I have heard mentioned&lt;br /&gt;
when people tell me I look like someone. I swear I am not making this up.&lt;br /&gt;
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People tell me I look like the following people:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;01: Johnny Depp.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
This guy is really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps around the eyes?&lt;br /&gt;
No, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;
He is way better looking than me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, the girl who told me this,&lt;br /&gt;
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There is just NO way I look anything like Leo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember this guy?&lt;br /&gt;
From Ally McBeal.&lt;br /&gt;
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My father has always compared me&lt;br /&gt;
to Matt Damon. But I think he only&lt;br /&gt;
says so because he is one of my favorite actors.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83RiKiE2Bn4/TseJTQtkOvI/AAAAAAAADlc/IsczlBRlU7w/s1600/faq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83RiKiE2Bn4/TseJTQtkOvI/AAAAAAAADlc/IsczlBRlU7w/s1600/faq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 49: How do become so creative?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I don't think I learned it, I think it
is genetic I am afraid. Ever since I was born, and learned to draw and act, I
just did it, it became a subconscious obsession and I have been doing it ever
since. But I think, that with practice, you can get better and better. I know
my drawings, movies and this blog just gets better and better. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34GvO5XVEq8/TuNpWrUpzbI/AAAAAAAAEgA/m6W7hNaXKhI/s1600/p17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34GvO5XVEq8/TuNpWrUpzbI/AAAAAAAAEgA/m6W7hNaXKhI/s400/p17.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 50: Do you believe in God?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ehhh…. good question. I am a agnostic.
I don't know if there is a God or not. I don't have to choose. If he exists,
great, if he doesn't, great too. I live a good life, and I try to be a good
person whether there is a God or not. I have respect for people who believe. And for those who don't, I think they are a bit to sure of themselves. They give very little possibility for the off chance that they could be wrong. If you are a atheist and you don't ask yourself the question "what if". Then I think that you have a very limited view on life. I will never feel sure about anything, that is why I feel really comfortable with the label &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnostic" target="_blank"&gt;agnostic&lt;/a&gt;. Because I am so tired of being in doubt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 51: Where do you stand politically?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Same answer as before. before I choose
a political direction, I need to know, has there ever been a political system
that has actually worked? I mean, has there ever been a political party that
has been working perfectly in the society? I want to pay little taxes, so I can
have more money. But I do want there to be safety for everyone. I don't want
social help to be only for the rich people. So as you can see, I am conflicted.
Who isn't when it comes to politics? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 52: How do you do your drawings?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; I draw them on my Iphone and on my
Ipad. I work with a app that is called sketchbook. And it is PERFECT in every
sense of the word. You have every possible tool in that app. And I love it.
Haven't been drawing much lately on it. But I draw everyday at work, on small
pieces of paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;irst day of spring... its March finally. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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So, today I have to tell you. In some time, I am going away for a while.&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay, so let me tell you what happened, so you don't get freaked out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara and me have been talking a lot about taking a trip somewhere, Rome, Paris anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;
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So just out of&amp;nbsp;curiosity, we looked at trips to Paris.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And we clicked and clicked, and finally a trip was booked.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are staying near the Notredame in Paris. And we will meet up with my old friend Diana.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am really excited about it, and I know Sara is too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Finally
last day of winter. It has been a horrible winter. I don't like the winter, at
least not this time. First we had no snow for Christmas. And then it came, but
then it was to late. Basically snow has been terrible this year here in
southern Sweden. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But snow is
snow, and winter is finally ending. The snow is melting away. And spring is on
the way. I feel grateful. I feel like finally there is hope for the first time
since, well last time. Okay, I am talking out of my ass, I feel good. I miss my
grandfather, but other than that. Things are good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSmK-5Al3mo/TsaS_tdQNBI/AAAAAAAADjM/NUuNjxYGktc/s1600/IMG_3582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSmK-5Al3mo/TsaS_tdQNBI/AAAAAAAADjM/NUuNjxYGktc/s320/IMG_3582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I will
really be disapointed however, if next christmas is without snow as well. The
weather is beyond our control, sometimes I forget how truly small we are. We
think that we are so powerful and allmighty, we even walk around with the
illusion that we change the weather and temperature. But seasons prove that we
as people have very little to say about. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Perhaps
some day we will understand how weather works, and we will be able to
contribute, or steer the weather, but as it looks now, we can only tollerate
and have no choice but to accept when it rains, snows etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That is
life on earth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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things are tolerable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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talk about them. Those horrible and disgusting fat people. How they ruin the
world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the rest of us. They just eat and eat. It is disgusting. We tell them
that it is dangerous and they don't care. They just keep eating. And you know
what is even more horrible? Fatness is contagious! If you know someone who is
fat, then you are in serious risk to catch that fatness. And when the fatness
disease spreads, the whole world will be fat. Maybe we should arrest all fat
people so they don't hurt the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vKK9c7Kw7A/Tux9FlBriCI/AAAAAAAAEn0/TVQb-Laa5tA/s1600/IMG_0616.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vKK9c7Kw7A/Tux9FlBriCI/AAAAAAAAEn0/TVQb-Laa5tA/s320/IMG_0616.PNG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Sounds
like bullshit doesn't it? Well you know, it is. The ones who we should hate and
discriminate are the ones who spread these filthy lies. I know that there are
terribly large people in the world, and even if they are responsible for their
weight, then it is not their fault, because genetically they never stood a
chance. Let me explain this with a metaphor. People who have "fat"
genes have to run a mile, and people with "thin" genes have a
motorcycle. That is how unfair this weight thing works. But it is only unfair
because scientists, reporters and loose-weight companies spread this propaganda
that you can control how you body looks and scare us all to death with notions
that you can die if you don't stop eating. Which is so strange, because there was
once a time when we had to eat so we don't die. And that really hasn't changed.
So what has changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Well
we who are rich enough and can eat, we suffer like people who can't eat.
Because while poor and starving people (who are thin like sticks by the way and
not in a good way) are suffering because they cannot eat. We suffer, and don't
eat, because we are afraid to have a belly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I
think we are all victims&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Either
we are suffering because we are starving, or we are suffering because we are
not starving. But I feel mostly bad for the large people (yes the fat people)
because again, they cannot really choose why they look like they look. I know
really skinny people who starve them selves just because they are afraid to
weigh a little more. Let us be honest, they (and most of us) are afraid to look
like the really fat people. And by doing so, we are saying that there is
something wrong with the really fat people. And we can't really be blamed,
because we didn't start this, it was the reporter, scientists and loose-weight
companies. Shame on them, seriously, SHAME on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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correlation between fatness and illnesses is there, sure. But what is the
alternative. Struggling like hell to loose weight? I won't talk about BMI,
because you SHOULD know already that it is bullshit. I am 88 kg, according to
the BMI, I am overweight. I should have a weight of 75kg, and I once did have
that weight, but not by choice, I was on antidepressants and because of my
depression I didn't want to eat. Do you know how dead I looked, when I was
75kg? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I
feel really sorry for the truly large people. But not because they are fat, but
because they have been so alienated by this fat-hysteria. It isn't fair, and I
don't mind comparing it to the treatment of black people, jews and arabs. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ending
this article, I don't want people to get upset, or angry. I want to provide
people with hope. And therefore I want to say (being completely honest), that
there is one great big upside to all of this, if you really look, you will
notice that EVERY person is discriminated in one way or the other. You can be
bald, ugly, blonde, deaf, blind, stupid (that’s me), weird, black, a jew, a arab,
a christian etc. etc. Think about it, we are all discriminated for some stupid
reason. If you feel bad about being discriminated, at least know that you are
not alone. At least we all have that. Nobody will know the struggles and depth
of you, but you are not alone when it comes to pain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;My mom spent so much on love and toys.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really had everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I consider myself lucky the way I grew up. I really do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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mourning, I keep thinking about him, I keep remembering his face, his&lt;br /&gt;
voice, his laughter. And I can't seem to stop, nor do I want to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know how I will live my life without him in my life. But life will&lt;br /&gt;
find a way, I will find a way. I made this video, of of some clips I made&lt;br /&gt;
in the last couple of years. I picked a Chopin song for the video mix,&lt;br /&gt;
I think he would have liked that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4efHL6akpl4/TseJT7WWzNI/AAAAAAAADlo/w8EAAQkhJt4/s1600/historical+people.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4efHL6akpl4/TseJT7WWzNI/AAAAAAAADlo/w8EAAQkhJt4/s1600/historical+people.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou know, I grew up listening to Michael
Jackson, but I remember with clarity my first impression of Michael Jackson. It
was his Thriller video that terrified me so much, that every time I saw his
face on a poster or on the TV I would run the other way screaming. my mother
would comfort me, laughing and saying that there is nothing to be scared about.
But then, 10 years later Michael Jackson became the medias monster of a child
molester. Funny how things turn around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I remember the media frenzy of Michael Jackson.
He was guilty, nobody ever had any doubt. I remember thinking, what if the kid
is lying. And the other kid who claimed that Michael Jackson touched him, it
was pretty obvious that there was a lot of money to make. But people in general
saw this as a pattern, that he must be guilty. People who had been fans of
Michael Jackson all their lives, suddenly thought he was guilty. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I remember Dave Chapelle joked about Michael
Jackson in a funny way. He said, the kid was dying, Michael Jackson offered him
a drink and a blowjob. A joke without taste? Perhaps. But only because we live
in a society with strict ideas about right or wrong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDGXW-v-KsU/Tvh49GidDhI/AAAAAAAAFM8/6WIeLv6QXk0/s1600/Michael%252BJackson%252Bmj_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDGXW-v-KsU/Tvh49GidDhI/AAAAAAAAFM8/6WIeLv6QXk0/s320/Michael%252BJackson%252Bmj_2.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It is sort of scary, but I suppose that in this
kind of society, if you dress weirdly, you will be treated that way. Michael
Jackson dress very androgenic and so he must be evil. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And yet, guilty or not, Michael Jackson was the
king of pop, he revolutionized the music videos on MTV. Some people, including
me, proclaimed him as the greatest and most innovative dancer ever. He was
truly one of the greatest entertainers ever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Say what you want about Michael Jackson, but he
grew up into the industry. He danced and sang from a very early age, showing
that he was a musical genius. He was in show business with his brothers and
sisters, and yet nobody will doubt that he was the most talented of them all.
No offence to Janet Jackson, but Michael Jackson in his persona was a genius
without boundaries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9eBZHW5b0mU/Tvh4-L915bI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/i18OrKhtfbE/s1600/ung_michael_jackson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9eBZHW5b0mU/Tvh4-L915bI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/i18OrKhtfbE/s200/ung_michael_jackson.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Growing up he never liked his nose, he never had
the time to play with other kids. And he had a skin disease that turned him
from a black man, to a white woman (yes, that is a joke). But again, society
being judgemental that way, nobody ever said, "so what if he wants to be
white and look more female". I think that is sad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I think about that, and feel really lucky that
I don't want to look different, because society would crucify me if I would. I
wonder if media will some day boil me in the press for having a provocative and
different kind of blog. Who knows?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All this being said, I will tell you exactly
what I think about the late Michael Jackson. He was kind, generous and creative
person. A genius in some aspects, and a child in others. I never believed the
child abuse allegations but I am in no position to comment if it was true or
not. I choose to give him the benefit of doubt. I choose to believe the kind
and gentle person that I saw in interviews, movies and concerts. To me, Michael
Jackson was a wonderful person, and I feel glad that I had the privilege to
grow up listening to his music. Because his way of living, inspired me to be
creative on my own. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83RiKiE2Bn4/TseJTQtkOvI/AAAAAAAADlc/IsczlBRlU7w/s1600/faq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83RiKiE2Bn4/TseJTQtkOvI/AAAAAAAADlc/IsczlBRlU7w/s1600/faq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 45: Do you Twitter?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; I have several Twitter accounts (like &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/agnoslibertine" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one). Just
search for AgnosLibertine, or Tommystarsson. They are basically connected to
this blog, so everything posted here, is automatically posted there. I don't
use Twitter that much, I don't really believe in twitter as a concept. There is
not enough space to express yourself. But some people love it. And I respect
that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULxwy2m479M/TuNpAOIFdgI/AAAAAAAAEf4/EKGi3SfFQfA/s1600/p16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULxwy2m479M/TuNpAOIFdgI/AAAAAAAAEf4/EKGi3SfFQfA/s400/p16.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 46: What the awful things you have
done in your past that you often mention?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;: oh, that could take all day. And I
really don't want to talk about it that much. But lets just say, I was
depressed, I hurt myself, Suicidal thoughts and attempts, drug abuse,
neglecting people in my life, cheating or girlfriends. Just a really terrible
time for me, I was a mess, plain and simple. I just really wish people would forgive on some&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;level. Perhaps they have already, I will never know, and therefor it sometimes haunts me. All those terrible things I did when I felt so unhappy. I don't make excuses for my behavior in the past. But I got explanations. But it comes with a lot of guilt. :(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 47: Don't you have a car?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Nope. But someday. I don't like cars.
But I have to get one someday. Cars terrify me, I just have this feeling I will
die in a car accident some day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 48: Are you a PC or a mac person?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; I am a bit of both. I remember that
first time I wanted a computer, I wanted a Apple Macintosh. But everyone I knew
said, "no no", pick the PC. And so I did, and that became my thing,
and I became a expert. But then I got a Ipod 2 years ago, and then the Ipad and
the Iphone, and I got hooked. Mac is just so much simpler, you don't have to
spend all day fixing the computer so you can use it. On a mac, you just work
with it directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13-lgd6c27c/TseJXaFeXyI/AAAAAAAADmQ/1z8HmqXdhak/s1600/my+philosophy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13-lgd6c27c/TseJXaFeXyI/AAAAAAAADmQ/1z8HmqXdhak/s1600/my+philosophy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;kay, so, I
think that we as people, in a society where there are so many unwritten rules
about what is okay and what isn't. I often wonder when doing something that
seems and feels different, is this cool? Is this okay to do? You know that
feeling? (or am I the only sicko in the world?).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I want you
to know that there are a lot of things that even I don't aprove of. Some things
are allowed, and other aren't. I can't help it, I am a part of society, and I
have my idea about a good society. For instance, I am not against abortion, but
I am against young girls having 2-3 abortions every year. And I bet I am not
the only one. But perhaps, this is just something that is wrong according to
me, it doesn't perhaps hurt anyone (except the unborn). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So, I
figure this. I think that &lt;b&gt;as long as you don't hurt anybody, you can do
whatever you wan&lt;/b&gt;t. For instance, if you like to get naked in the basement and
put feathers and glue on. Than that is okay (even if it seems weird). The point
is, that we all have needs to express ourselves, we all have needs that need to
be satisfied. For me personally, I NEED to play the viollent game Battlefield 3
and shoot a lot of people. But that doesn't hurt anyone, now does it? And you
know what, it doesn't make me feel like I need to do it in real life either.
And it think that should aply to everyone without prejudice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;You can do
whatever you want (as long as it doesn't hurt anyone) and you keep private
about it, or you can be proud of it. The foundation of democracy is not only to
accept other people, but to respect other people. That is what I think anyway.
We should all feel free to what feels natural. The only expception if it
directly hurts someone. Don't bash on people who are different, don't encourage
the idea that someone else is weird or strange. (because that would hurt a
persons feelings). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lets all
live in the society that allows freedom, and not the society that judges
people. Because I often feel that we talk bad about people who are just doing
what they are allowed to do by law. Lets skip all unwritten rules. And lets
embrace, the idea that we are all free to persuit happiness, to truly be able
to explore the world and find what makes you happy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDjKkrBbHk4/T0CpYeNtQCI/AAAAAAAAF9w/h9A6-bikzjM/s1600/p13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDjKkrBbHk4/T0CpYeNtQCI/AAAAAAAAF9w/h9A6-bikzjM/s400/p13.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AM4UBPbSCJo/TseJarqZDII/AAAAAAAADm0/qbBS-VD_-Bk/s1600/selfimprove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AM4UBPbSCJo/TseJarqZDII/AAAAAAAADm0/qbBS-VD_-Bk/s1600/selfimprove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o this year started pretty well, work is good, things with Sara are great. And I have been directing my first movie ever. I have made sketches before, but this is the first real movie. I wrote the script, I do the editing, I direct the actors, I produce the movie. Its a lot of fun, but it is very time consuming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And the blog?&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, as you have probably noticed since you are reading this, my blog seems to be living on its own. Every day I have been posting as promised, and its basically going well. More than well, I can't reveal how the statistics look just yet, but my blog is more popular than ever, I get so many visitors every day that it just makes me happy that I have this blog and it is obviously a success.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have started new kinds of posts, I hope you like my Nostalgia and FAQ posts, they give more&amp;nbsp;in depth&amp;nbsp;about me. But the main reason why my blog is going so well are my well written Movie reviews. I have really focused on making the best reviews ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Also I want to thank for all the comments you have been posting, and the letters I get. I try to answer every one of them, but as you know, time is not on my side. Still, it warms my heart that you keep sending me letters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I still think a lot about my grand father, and I will probably never fully get over it. But at least I have been making myself busy, so I don't think to much about him. I can't believe that I can't call him. Ever since I could remember, I have always been able to call my grandfather. It was the first phone number I ever learned. I even learned it before our home number.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vteR83-VEo8/TtZ_dhwn75I/AAAAAAAAD9g/mpZgKrfJwY4/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vteR83-VEo8/TtZ_dhwn75I/AAAAAAAAD9g/mpZgKrfJwY4/s400/01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So I had to get another pair of Bugatti shoes that were&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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also on outlet sale. Because the first pair just felt so great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't usually walk in these kinds of shoes, but I need them whenever&lt;/div&gt;
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I need to represent. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I suppose you could say it is for work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bugatti is a really great brand of leather shoes from Switzerland.&lt;/div&gt;
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You just can't go wrong with a couple of Bugattis in your shoe collection.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxcCrV9KIIo/TtJYzI3igPI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Qb-aYkNE3Mk/s1600/a01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxcCrV9KIIo/TtJYzI3igPI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Qb-aYkNE3Mk/s400/a01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This is actually not my father car, but my uncles (my mothers brother)&lt;/div&gt;
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A Trans-am (very cool car).&lt;/div&gt;
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My uncle, doesn't look like it, but he was really into body building.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My uncle is a very strange,&amp;nbsp;philosophical&amp;nbsp;and introvert person. Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;
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I think I have inherited his traits however.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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ever heard of Levitation photography?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I sure didn't, but then I saw this&amp;nbsp;YouTube&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaSH0d60Zso" target="_blank"&gt;clip&lt;/a&gt; that DigitalRev did about levitation photography, and I was so inspired and wanted to try it, but I haven't yet. Sorry. Anyway, the inspiration came from a japanese blogger &lt;b&gt;Natsumi Hayashi&lt;/b&gt;, who lives in Tokyo, who takes photos of her self, while pretending to be flying/levitating. It looks really amazing, and I can only recommend you to see her blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.yowayowacamera.com/"&gt;http://www.yowayowacamera.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nx2i_DnAcGs/T0AOyykDtoI/AAAAAAAAF8A/gIri-_fUZVw/s1600/T06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nx2i_DnAcGs/T0AOyykDtoI/AAAAAAAAF8A/gIri-_fUZVw/s400/T06.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have not received any confirmation that I can use her pictures, so I can't show you. I will however one day, show you my levitation photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really recommend that you check out the blog even if she hasn't updated it in months(!) The originality behind the idea of taking these kinds of photos is just fantastic, and when you look at her pictures, you really get the sense that she is flying. I can tell you from looking at the&amp;nbsp;YouTube&amp;nbsp;clip that Kai showed on YouTube(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaSH0d60Zso" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;), that is requires skills. It isn't just to jump and take a picture, you have to use certain methods of acting to make it look convincing. I'm dying to try it myself, put my creativity to the test some day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In my book of coolness, this blog is certainly the most entertaining blog I have read this month. The creative idea that &lt;a href="http://www.yowayowacamera.com/" target="_blank"&gt;YowaYowa&lt;/a&gt; has come up with is amazing to say the least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Christopher Lambert,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sean Connery,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Director&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Russel Mulcahy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There can be only one! You have probably heard it, you have probably seen it
before. This is a cult classic filled with Queen music and lots of sword
fights. Its about this man, Connor Mcloud (Christopher Lambert), and he cannot
die. This is however not a good thing, the movie is about how he suffers when
people in his life grow old and die. Also other immortals want to cut Connors
head of so they can become stronger. He is trained by another immortal called
Ramirez (Sean Connery). He tries to prepare him for the fight of his life, with
the Kurgan (Clancy Brown). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What I love
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The story
is beautifully written by Gregory Widen (who if you like, directed movies like
the Prophecy). And the settings are magical. We see a braveheart version of
Scottland, we see New York in a dire persepctive as Connor walks alone through
history. The director chose to make really cool transitions between past and
now. And the story gets a sort of depth that really works with the deep idea of
immortality. To me, personally, what I love about this movie, what really makes
me feel inspired, is how a character is crafted by a eternal past, and a never
ending future. Christopher Lambert is perfect for the role. Connery is funny,
and the Kurgan is the perfect evil. Least favorable part of the movie is the
ending, where they used (or tried to use) a lot of special effects that just
did not achieve the greatness of the rest of the movie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite
scene:&lt;/b&gt; When Ramirez is on the rowing boat with Connor, and falls down learning
that he cannot die. Just the setting is so beautiful. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000483/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #136cb2;"&gt;Connor MacLeod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;: Tell me how'd
it happen for God's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000125/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #136cb2;"&gt;Ramirez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;: Why does the
sun come up?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Or are the stars just pin holes in the curtain of night, who
knows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What I do know is that because you were born different, men will fear
you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;try to drive you away like the people of your village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;[MacLeod turns his back]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000125/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #136cb2;"&gt;Ramirez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;: You must learn
to conceal your special gift and harness it until the time of the gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000483/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #136cb2;"&gt;Connor MacLeod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;: What gathering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000125/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #136cb2;"&gt;Ramirez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;: When only a few
of us are left,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;we will feel an irresistible pull towards a far away land...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;to
fight for the prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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one song for the film, but after viewing footage from the movie, they were
inspired to write more. The band members each had a favorite scene and composed
songs specifically for them.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f5; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006190/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #136cb2;"&gt;Brian May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f5; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f5; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;wrote "Who Wants To Live
Forever" during the cab ride home after seeing the film, and&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f5; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003547/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #136cb2;"&gt;Roger Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f5; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f5; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;used the line "It's a kind of
magic" as the basis for the end title song.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83RiKiE2Bn4/TseJTQtkOvI/AAAAAAAADlc/IsczlBRlU7w/s1600/faq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83RiKiE2Bn4/TseJTQtkOvI/AAAAAAAADlc/IsczlBRlU7w/s1600/faq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 41: Do you like kids?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Sure, I like kids. But they scare me a
bit. They seem so fragile. I worry that I might accidently hurt them or
something. But Kids are just amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;I would feel honored if me and Sara were blessed to have a kid. I would see it as a true&amp;nbsp;privilege.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UO-9TNaKos/TtI1PRKXrVI/AAAAAAAADzQ/0QWj47i5WMc/s1600/07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UO-9TNaKos/TtI1PRKXrVI/AAAAAAAADzQ/0QWj47i5WMc/s640/07.JPG" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 42: Do you plan to have kids?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh sure, someday. But nothing is
written in stone. We haven't decided when we want kids. We like our lives as it
is right now. I have already dreamed about our daughter, and I know the name.
It is &lt;b&gt;Awa&lt;/b&gt;. Isn't that cute? and it is a true story!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 43: Why don't you drink?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;: I just don't work well with alcohol. I
get very tired, and headaches, and the hangover. And when I decide to have one
drink, I later forget the rule, and have more drinks. And I just don't like
that lack of control. And every next day I just feel like dying, so wasted in
the head. So I don't drink. I wish I could enjoy alcohol more. People look&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;strangely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on me since I don't drink. Weird. But it is good that Sara doesn't drink either. But we both drink sometimes, but it is like twice every year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;uestion 44: What was your first job?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I worked at a bookstore when I was 14.
Extra job on the weekends, and summers. It did not pay much, but I got a 40%
discount! Since I loved reading back then, it was perfect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are a few things I have left from my departed Dadi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A chinese box from the 60's, that he had in his home for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have always been fascinated by it. A real artifact. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A melody box from Denmark that he had for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;
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His favorite watch. (that I keep in the chinese box)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And ALL of his hats. They are really amazing. To bad they are&lt;/div&gt;
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out of style. But I have some ideas for photos using these. (and movies).&lt;/div&gt;
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Things can't replace him. The idea that I cannot call him anymore,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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when I always could. Just leaves me breathless from sadness. But that is life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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and life goes on, and one forgets, that this destiny is for us all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee_J8Qo72kw/TwyUlgAo-PI/AAAAAAAAFiY/yVaIV-gkv4c/s1600/00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee_J8Qo72kw/TwyUlgAo-PI/AAAAAAAAFiY/yVaIV-gkv4c/s400/00.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So I was back from the funeral some time ago. My grand father&lt;/div&gt;
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died. And we buried him. It was sad.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the way back, I was traveling first class, and I had a seat of my own.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It isn't always I can enjoy that kind of privilege.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So asked a fellow traveler to take&amp;nbsp;my picture. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I had my Ipad on the front desk in front of me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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and my supreme Creative faitality headphones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpRufHiy18c/TwyUpSXLOeI/AAAAAAAAFi8/ZlDEG7f3-5w/s1600/05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpRufHiy18c/TwyUpSXLOeI/AAAAAAAAFi8/ZlDEG7f3-5w/s400/05.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some places we passed had a wondeful weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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and others were&amp;nbsp;snowy&amp;nbsp;landscapes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A great trip. Of course the&amp;nbsp;Xanax&amp;nbsp;didn't hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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(I hate traveling, needed to calm down).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I was also..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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very distorted in my mind because of the loss of Dadi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032971909546071350-4012193978523012459?l=agnoslibertine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A couple of weeks ago we went on a date.&lt;/div&gt;
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We decided to go playing pool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I haven't played in years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had some drinks even! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was teaching Sara how to play pool, since I am after all&lt;/div&gt;
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a master at pool. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She was great. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And so cute. cute cute cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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She got her balls down the hole. (ehm...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And so did I....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But in the end, it didn't matter who won (I totally won however)&lt;/div&gt;
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but we had a great time. And I loved how my camera worked in that&lt;/div&gt;
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light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My grandmother looks like a gypsy, no offense. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sailor suit on a walk. Wasn't I the cutest angel ever?&lt;/div&gt;
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A family taking a walk. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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