<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 22:23:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>daily life</category><category>exchange</category><category>weather</category><category>education</category><category>health</category><category>I like</category><category>school</category><category>events</category><category>information</category><category>hobbies</category><category>people</category><category>Travel</category><category>creativity</category><category>internet</category><category>lifestyle</category><category>Friday</category><category>food</category><category>ghosts</category><category>give-away</category><category>law</category><category>losses</category><category>make-up</category><category>memes</category><category>spiritual</category><title>YeYe</title><description></description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-6460261930976992047</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2015 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-15T11:59:51.686-03:00</atom:updated><title>back on track.</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Wow it&#39;s been a long time since I posted something here.&lt;br /&gt;Well let&#39;s get back on track, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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The past few months I have been quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;Beside the fact that I am busy with school I also have been busy with my health.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last February I got sick.&lt;br /&gt;I lost feeling in my hands, arms, legs and feet at times.&lt;br /&gt;Beside that I got extremely tired and in the end I had to quit my internship which I had at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have had many doctors appointments, tests and other things around hospitals and doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have gotten back on track with school, I am now in my last year of school and it will be extended due the fact that I can&#39;t work ,the full 8 hours 4 times a week, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten tests at school and I passed all of them until now so let&#39;s hope I won&#39;t fluke one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got sick I didn&#39;t have energy for anything and this past summer I got back on track with friendships, healthwise and probably not so much schoolwise, because who works for school in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess that now I am back at school I haven&#39;t got time for fun and friends that much.&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t seen my friends that much and I miss them allot, I guess this is because I am so tired that I can&#39;t really do much besides homework, school, eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;But I am trying to stay positive and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;Some people know, I am a real food addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Apple pie~! Home made, always deli~!&lt;/div&gt;
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Lasagna, I love it~!&lt;br /&gt;
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Banana, with chocolate, ice-cream and whipped cream.&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9cwY0uD0rtEjPnbqjN5v_U4m_BVm3S0hQ7BPSvAyxELt9jxIcVyCA5n6_U6O8P47Y-pqlleuHmYyUvls7-4GPl6pyy5HAAZhL_1wSrskWDXwgM5-w7K86wUwUxdPhjP0As3VYcupGnU/s1600/Photo0414.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9cwY0uD0rtEjPnbqjN5v_U4m_BVm3S0hQ7BPSvAyxELt9jxIcVyCA5n6_U6O8P47Y-pqlleuHmYyUvls7-4GPl6pyy5HAAZhL_1wSrskWDXwgM5-w7K86wUwUxdPhjP0As3VYcupGnU/s320/Photo0414.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This are Dutch Pancakes, natural. I sometimes make special ones,&lt;/div&gt;
With fruit and cheese.... hmm........&lt;br /&gt;
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Made with my bro, Ramen~!&lt;/div&gt;
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Noodle dish, made with my bro.&lt;/div&gt;
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Rice with peanut sauce, broccoli and a piece of Dutch cheese~!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Another Noodle/Ramen dish.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another version of our deli Lasagna~!&lt;/div&gt;
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Making of: Dutch pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mix of Asian food with my chicken addiction.&lt;br /&gt;
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hmmmmm.......~!&lt;/div&gt;
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Toad in the hole, I love English food.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not home made, but I love Ice-cream~!&lt;/div&gt;
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Drill pudding, not really home made, but its so deli~!&lt;/div&gt;
We made this, and it fell out really strangely. I thought it looked funny ^^&lt;br /&gt;
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PIZZA~!&lt;br /&gt;
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A very simple dish but I love to make something so easy, yet so delightful.&lt;/div&gt;
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A rice dish with egg.&lt;/div&gt;
Easy, yet again.. hhhhmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s it~!&lt;/div&gt;
See you next time~!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/11/food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wL243APwY_jLN6RPUs_qL2EaADJ3BThcHqIgn7txsRu5NDzHR9Nvu7pmEX1Tu9_E5LRKeU98OgpO4JL4dXkXULSGD6ITlXo3YKT0FKYC6MMoz4Lh989l5DJtWU7STDQjFQJmJSxUfyk/s72-c/Foto&#39;s-0025.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-3927312066266676500</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2013 11:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-14T08:18:38.692-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ghosts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">losses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual</category><title>Losses</title><description>Many people have lost someone.&lt;br /&gt;I have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to talk about this, because well..&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe it is my dealing with the losses, or maybe because I wanna share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some may know, I am very spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in ghosts, and reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I went with my dad to the grave of my two sisters.&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t been there in years, and it felt good to go.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters were to babies, when they moved on to the next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past years I lost many of my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;my only grandmothers and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dads mom died after cancer.&lt;br /&gt;They had operated her, and everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;But then she had opened her wound, after getting a sudden dementia.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it was a delirium, a sudden confusion.&lt;br /&gt;They had to close the wound, and then they decided to keep her into sleep, or coma.&lt;br /&gt;And we had to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t go, I don&#39;t think any of us kids went.&lt;br /&gt;My dad did go.&lt;br /&gt;Then she passed away.&lt;br /&gt;I was really sad.&lt;br /&gt;I cried allot.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because the way I saw her the last time.&lt;br /&gt;It was at her house, at the door.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged her and I said, I will see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;I also said I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her jewelry box.&lt;br /&gt;There was this chain and a stone.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it fitted well with each other, so I put them together.&lt;br /&gt;And since then it is MY necklace. if I lose it, I will be a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few month after that, they found my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;He was in his house, on his chair and he had died.&lt;br /&gt;He had been there a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;I wont tell all the details, it is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;He was cremated, and only my dad went. That was my uncle his wish.&lt;br /&gt;I again was really sad.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw my uncle was at the funeral of my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;We were at the grave and I hadn&#39;t cried at all.&lt;br /&gt;But when she went into the ground I started crying allot.&lt;br /&gt;I was a total wreck and I almost couldn&#39;t walk.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle sad next to me, also really sad.&lt;br /&gt;He hugged me and held me thight, while I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle was really close with my grandma, they were inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;
So when she died, he was a wreck. He didn&#39;t want to life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about this with my dad yesterday at the graves.&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that I still thought they were with us at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other grandma died the past summer.&lt;br /&gt;She was ill for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know allot about it, we have lost contact with that side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;Fights and un-agreements and the past had driven us apart.&lt;br /&gt;The day she died I was really sad, almost knowing she left.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know but I have had the feeling I couldn&#39;t deal with it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I feel at peace.&lt;br /&gt;I know it didn&#39;t go well in our family, but I feel that at the end.&lt;br /&gt;The moment she died, she came to us and said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t take a moment to think about it, but now.. It is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever have happened in our family, the losses we have made.&lt;br /&gt;We are still strong.&lt;br /&gt;I know my family is with me. Maybe not always in spirit, but also in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of my sisters have shaped me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I have known them, and I never really will.&lt;br /&gt;But I know they are here, I know they will be with me.&lt;br /&gt;In the good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought yesterday about the way they would&#39;ve looked, if they would&#39;ve lived.&lt;br /&gt;
And I then just saw a short moment, them right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I always drew them, and yeah, they kinda looked like in the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Only they resembled us more.&lt;br /&gt;They looked like me, and my mom. Also like the rest, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;But they looked like us, and it was a peaceful moment.&lt;br /&gt;It still means allot to me, to have seen that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear all, never lose the love you feel or have felt for relatives, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when you lose them.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they always will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;In heart and soul &amp;lt;3</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/11/losses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-3143355348141675394</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Nov 2013 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-13T18:04:19.085-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Meeting people</title><description>I don&#39;t know, but when I meet new people, I get nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna walk away and just not look back.&lt;br /&gt;
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But this time I just went for it.&lt;br /&gt;
A classmate and I talked allot about stuff and she said her friend and I would be good match.&lt;br /&gt;
So we added each other on FB, and we talked.&lt;br /&gt;
We planned for a meeting, and we ended up going to dinner with the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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We ended up going to dinner, and finding more matching things we thought.&lt;br /&gt;
We are both very spiritual. We like the same programs (which is so fun since we end up talking about it allot XD) I am really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also that day we had an waiter, and I can say, I have an eye on him. I like him.&lt;br /&gt;
He is really cute and he seems really nice.&lt;br /&gt;
In the class we talked about it, and because of the class. I could find him.&lt;br /&gt;
Now I requested friendship from him, only no answer yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am really a person who keeps back.&lt;br /&gt;
I am so nervous when it comes to taking the first step.&lt;br /&gt;
Especially with people I haven&#39;t met yet, well spoken openly to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am kinda worried that I might freak him out, by being myself.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know but I am not the prettiest (even though I am really happy about myself)&lt;br /&gt;
I just don&#39;t want him to run off after we met. Or speak.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I don&#39;t want the scare chase the things I want, away.&lt;br /&gt;
So I am going for it, even though I am really scared.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lets do this together, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;
Lets not be scared anymore.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/11/meeting-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-4247929745743635547</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2013 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-13T18:04:44.725-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>people</title><description>I am a people person.&lt;br /&gt;
I like talking with people, about stuff I like.&lt;br /&gt;
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But there are people on this world that can take disadvantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;
It happens everywhere. People take peoples trust and then do hurtful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
Whether its bullying, or picking fights. It always happens everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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People have picked fights with me. I don&#39;t like fights.&lt;br /&gt;
I try to go out of the way of them.&lt;br /&gt;
But this time, I couldn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saying stuff about a person is hurtful. Even if they&#39;re the truth.&lt;br /&gt;
Even if it is the truth, better try saying it to someone, in a nice manner.&lt;br /&gt;
Instead saying it in a rude and harsh way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also misunderstandings are normal. We all have them.&lt;br /&gt;
But getting mad, and continuing to be mad, only because you think your right?&lt;br /&gt;
What is the use of that?&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#39;t you see you hurt other people?&lt;br /&gt;
That it brings people down?&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t want to be down, sad, hurt or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;
I try to be happy, and I can be because I know I have people who loves me,&lt;br /&gt;
cares for me,&lt;br /&gt;
and don&#39;t want to loose me.&lt;br /&gt;
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But you can&#39;t have that, every place you go.&lt;br /&gt;
I found that out.&lt;br /&gt;
And I can deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;
But making people feel worse than they are,&lt;br /&gt;
making you the boss over them?&lt;br /&gt;
NO!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have had enough of people who think they know me.&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#39;t people see, that if I don&#39;t trust them, I don&#39;t show them the real me?&lt;br /&gt;
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The real me, is a honest, sweet, social, kind, happy and friendly person.&lt;br /&gt;
But if you take the wrong things out me then you get,&lt;br /&gt;
weak,&lt;br /&gt;
hurt,&lt;br /&gt;
angry,&lt;br /&gt;
furious,&lt;br /&gt;
and unhappy person.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not want to be the person, who has all the bad sides.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t have a bad side, if you don&#39;t try to get it out of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a bubbly and happy person, so let me be like that.&lt;br /&gt;
If you honestly think I suck, or I am just some stupid person who you can make fun of,&lt;br /&gt;
Get away.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want to be unhappy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am me, so let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;
And don&#39;t pick fights, hurt or mess around with me.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not meant for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have met some great people the past month.&lt;br /&gt;
I lost people,&lt;br /&gt;
I am glad some people are still around.&lt;br /&gt;
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But everyone in my life, gives me a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;
A way to see the world different.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are happy lessons, and sad lessons.&lt;br /&gt;
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And every person in the world, carries a part for that.&lt;br /&gt;
Whether it is the news, people around me, on facebook,&lt;br /&gt;
in my neighbourhood, my city, my country, in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We all carry a piece of a lesson for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
It is what we do with it, that matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I try to do my best with my piece of a lesson, and I get mixed in the ones of others.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet some are things you don&#39;t want to be mixed into.&lt;br /&gt;
Then take a step back.&lt;br /&gt;
And I think I need to take a step back, right here right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I will.&lt;br /&gt;
But people must realise, that words aren&#39;t just words.&lt;br /&gt;
Words are knives, that can be double edged if you don&#39;t watch out.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet you can just kill with words.&lt;br /&gt;
Or you can cut some bread with it, and feed someone, the happy things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I try to give happy things, and I send happy words to people I care about.&lt;br /&gt;
But if someone sends me mean words, then there won&#39;t be happy words anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
Then I will be silent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the happy words go to someone else, someone who needs them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have had enough of people who mess things up, yet they will always be in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
It is up to you what you do with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will just stay happy, and glad I have people who care.&lt;br /&gt;
People who want me to be around.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just stay with them, not because I am scared to go out.&lt;br /&gt;
But to have a place where I can fall back to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So thank you to everyone who wants to be a pillow for me, someone who catches me in the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;
And want to care for me.&lt;br /&gt;
People who are here for me. Who love me.&lt;br /&gt;
Who take me for who I am,&lt;br /&gt;
Who want to receive and give me happy words.&lt;br /&gt;
So to everyone who thinks I am someone who matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank You</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/09/people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-8546651354047761093</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jul 2013 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-25T18:22:44.257-03:00</atom:updated><title>feelings and past year.</title><description>I think I am honestly the only one who looks on her schoolemail. When I look back at last year, I am honestly proud of myself. I might not always have had the best grades, but I did really change.&lt;br /&gt;
In the beginning I was afraid to mess everything up, like everything. But as the year progressed I gained more self-confidence. When I had my intern-ship everything changed. I finally realised not everything will go alright and making mistakes is a part of life. I learned to be less serious when it comes to people and making jokes. (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;
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I can remember me people called me a mouse, the quiet person of class. And that is kinda true. It&#39;s because I am always on guard. But this is also because everyone in my class is so different from me. They go out, drink and that kind of stuff. I don&#39;t do that, I think if it comes to that I am&amp;nbsp; more responsible. (sorry people XD) I think they are too different from me, I don&#39;t feel there is a connection between us. Because in a way, I feel they think of life in a different way. I think I am maybe a bit wiser, or I don&#39;t want to mess with my brain-cells.&lt;br /&gt;
When it comes to making contact, I am more on my guard. I have been bullied and I think it shaped me. Not in a bad way, I won&#39;t let bad people in my life so easily, but it keeps the good people away, it makes me a bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;
One of my goals for next year is being more confident and making more contact in my class. &lt;br /&gt;
I want to get the people know me, but I also want to get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know people think I want to get all the things I want, and that is might be true with some things. But I am human and I change every day a little more. I know I can&#39;t have everything and I don&#39;t want everything. In the past year I realised you can be very happy with what you have. After my mom got into hospital I really learned you can&#39;t take things for granted. And that every little thing is a gift. So I want to treat everything that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope everyone can accept me for who I am. I hope that everyone understands this. I hope everything will turn out okay with our class, then we get a better bond.&lt;br /&gt;
Please take good care of me. Because that is the only thing I want.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be treated right. I don&#39;t want to be bullied again. Last year I didn&#39;t always feel welcome in the class. But I realised you can&#39;t befriend everyone. You can be nice, but that doesn&#39;t make you a friend. You can only become a friend when someone feels the same way about you as you feel about them.&lt;br /&gt;
I might not become friends with everyone, but I can be nice, and be friendly. Because every smile you give, is a smile given back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will smile bright and enjoy everything of life. I might mess up everything, but I will get up. I will put all the loose ends together and make something out of my life. Because you live life only once as this person, so why not make the best of it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/07/feelings-and-past-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-6890468075225573553</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jun 2013 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-30T18:33:57.784-03:00</atom:updated><title>do you see me?</title><description>I am a little worried, or curious.&lt;br /&gt;
Do people read my blog, or do they accidental end up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have readers, hihi. Maybe because I want to exchange experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I post something, I look into the stats, seeing how many people look here.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly about my my golden rules of internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I wonder, are people really interested in me, or the advise I give.&lt;br /&gt;I can give more advise, but I thought this blog was to exchange experiences with people all over the world. Telling them about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that this topic keeps me awake at night or something... hihi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder how people picture me, like some little kid or someone much older.&lt;br /&gt;I still worry so much, yet it is not needed. I believe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a good life (as far as it goes) and I have a good family (with ups and downs)&lt;br /&gt;I have loving friends (who I see now and then because of my study)&lt;br /&gt;and I have people surrounding me who don&#39;t like me that much.... and I don&#39;t mind. :3&lt;br /&gt;I would mind if they bother me, but I am not really bothered by people who hate me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because I send them out of my life, and don&#39;t see again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings this topic to another area.&lt;br /&gt;See I am thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in a while, I am really writing it down.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have diary, but I stopped writing because I was too busy writing in it, and I was actually full before I knew.&lt;br /&gt;
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But to go back to the topic I was, Do you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a little person on this big, big world?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be more than that. I want to achieve something. I want to do something to make this world better, to make it a better place to live. Or is that a too big of a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a dreaming? possibly............ obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I dream about how well this world could be, without bullies, without hate, and without war. &lt;br /&gt;But about those last things, I can&#39;t do much about.&lt;br /&gt;That is in the hands of every person it&#39;s own.&lt;br /&gt;War is something like a fight, a row. But it escalates into something really bad, with effects on many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me say this, don&#39;t fight, don&#39;t hate and don&#39;t even think about bullying someone, because it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes people really sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;So be kind, give live some love. And live your life without regrets. Do something you&#39;ll end up thinking about, Did I really do that?! Than thinking back, I wish I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Live and Shine, shine like the sun!&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/06/do-you-see-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-2544156373594158865</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jun 2013 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-30T18:46:29.184-03:00</atom:updated><title>will I pass or not?</title><description>tomorrow is an important day, because then I have to make an important exam.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember I said in my last post that I had an exam on the day my mom was admitted?&lt;br /&gt;
Well I failed, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So tomorrow I will re-do it, I hope I pass. But to be honest I am kinda worried, concerned.&lt;br /&gt;
Will I pass or not?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh and another thing, mom is home. I can&#39;t say totally fine, but at least I can say she is here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The day after tomorrow I will hear if I passed, I am nervous already, hihi. Not totally, more good nerves.&lt;br /&gt;
I did my best, and tomorrow I will give it my all! Me fighting~!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t wait for vacation. A bit of my own time. I want to do so much ^^&lt;br /&gt;
I want to learn Japanese. I know a few words and maybe 2 sentences but not enough to survive in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I will give it my all! ^^&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to use more characters. (^.^) hihi&lt;br /&gt;
Always wanted to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See you soon.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/06/will-i-pass-or-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-1643031288540517429</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-04T18:55:42.895-03:00</atom:updated><title>hiya.... again</title><description>I am so busy with everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
School exams. And my internship has also finished, with great grades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But today was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;I had an important exam at the end of all my lessons&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to my mom who had a appointment in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I ended up being there earlier or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for mom, looking at the door, not expecting to see her come from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She sat beside me and said something very short and started calling my dad.&lt;br /&gt;
I then heard what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She would be &lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;urgently admitted for heart problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;I stayed with her for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;But I also had to get stuff for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home quickly, ate and took stuff and went back again.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stayed, longer than the visiting hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got home, I had to pick up her bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;So there I went again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Around then I was finally home to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;I couldn&#39;t do a lot of homework. And I am so tired of being busy.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I thought today was going slow, and would be boring.&lt;br /&gt;It was the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Well that was my day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;short_text&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;pffff...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/06/hiya-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-6962285095301145931</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2013 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-13T11:55:48.097-03:00</atom:updated><title>a lot</title><description>Hello again~!&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven&#39;t been on because of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. my internship meeting was postponed because of so many things. So it was this past Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;
I was not as nervous as I was the first time I went. I was really calm, until I had to wait in the hall there. But it wasn&#39;t that bad, really.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. past week was our test week, so I had to learn.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. before that it was our holiday. Christmas and New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time, really good time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now actually busy with getting ready for my internship. The person I talked with, said I should take it slow. But I want to do it right.&lt;br /&gt;
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But Now I am going to continue with my homework.&lt;br /&gt;
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Byebye~! </description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-lot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-1223133132613488755</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2012 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-28T07:40:15.636-03:00</atom:updated><title>internship</title><description>OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Next week I have my first meeting, of my internship.&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous already but now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work at a place where people still live on their own, but their is help for them.&lt;br /&gt;There all different kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;
People who are in the last stage of life, and also people with Alzheimer.&lt;br /&gt;
Or people who had a car accident and are getting better there.&lt;br /&gt;But I am quite nervous. And I didn&#39;t know the meeting would be next week.&lt;br /&gt;
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STRESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I am nervous because I am not used to these situations.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t mind it, but in the beginning it&#39;s kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to do so much for the meeting,&lt;br /&gt;
And I wonder about what we are going to talk.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bet that when I talk to my mom, I won&#39;t be as nervous as now.&lt;br /&gt;
Mom has the power of making me less nervous or stressed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just hope everything turns out to be alright.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/11/internship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-4270959424234234072</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2012 11:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-27T08:01:28.043-03:00</atom:updated><title>schoolwork</title><description>Lately I am having a lot of schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to the library because I have to do so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of school, I am really tired. And I have almost no time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Only like short times on a day, mostly it is when I am going to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I am going to my sis her school, my old school.&lt;br /&gt;We then go together to home and after that I am doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the library while my sis is at her dance lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a long day.&lt;br /&gt;I begin at 10.15 and finish at 15.30.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it seems short for you, but past years I mostly ended at 14.10 or 15.15.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes at 16.10 but that was not usual.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;For Thursday I do have a lot of homework.&lt;br /&gt;And then I have a weird day, just like past week, only without evening program.&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday I have dance lessons again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to dance, it is where I have some peace.&lt;br /&gt;Because mostly I get stressed over school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also interested in your day!&lt;br /&gt;Comment on this post about your day, then I can comment back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you all have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/11/schoolwork.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-4739050165076098735</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2012 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-26T10:57:57.952-03:00</atom:updated><title>free today</title><description>Well as the name tells, I am free today.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet tomorrow I have school again. But that isn&#39;t something bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend was loooonnnnggg.&lt;br /&gt;
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At Saturday I had a Opendag, A day at school where outsiders can visit, and also people who wanna apply for the school can come to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t really know what I had to do, but my sis came and kept me busy for most of the time. I also could practice things on my sis.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the evening my best friend gave a party. I was there until 01:00. So from 8pm until 1am. It may seem a short time to you, but I don&#39;t go to parties that often and also not that long, mostly because I really need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a person who needs a lot of sleep you know. Otherwise I can&#39;t keep my eyes open at school.&lt;br /&gt;
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And yesterday I just had a bit of a lazy day, with some homework to do. Which ended up left on it&#39;s place, because I couldn&#39;t concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I&amp;nbsp; went to the mall, there was a shop which was searching for people. and since I am searching for work, it was nice. But I didn&#39;t fit the picture, of what they needed. So I ended up going home, without having any work. &lt;br /&gt;
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But now I am writing this and after this I will do some homework. It isn&#39;t much, to my delight.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now I am saying goodbye to you and I am going to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you have a nice day and end up doing many nice and fun things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hugs.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/11/free-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-5929736878395971269</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2012 10:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-22T08:07:49.622-03:00</atom:updated><title>100 posts</title><description>I saw I have had more than 100 posts. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;and I saw that I have viewers!! I didn&#39;t really know people look. I thank you for reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope I am interesting enough. I am now really happy! </description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/11/100-posts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-6765620333218425688</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2012 10:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-22T07:58:54.127-03:00</atom:updated><title>today.</title><description>A little about today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lessons from 8.30 until 13.15 then from 13.30 until 14.30 practising my things.&lt;br /&gt;
Then from 15.00 until 16.00 fitness. Going home, shower, eat.&lt;br /&gt;And then I have parentsnight. which means you tell stuff about what you do at the study, to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired already and it is now. 11.50!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I am a bit nervous for tonight. that isn&#39;t bad at all but it is still annoying. also because I still have to practice. I know about what I have to talk about. About what we are going to talk about, about care homes. I don&#39;t really know how to translate it to English so I try.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I know stuff about it, no problem, but I am still very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow a nice day with friends. And in the weekend we have open dag XD.&lt;br /&gt;
like a day where people can see what you do at school. I have that from 12.30 until 15.00&lt;br /&gt;
I am not looking forward to it very much. Not because of the people and stuff. But what I will practice today, I&#39;ll have to do it on Saturday. And I am insecure about that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know I am able to do it, but I am to careful and to insecure.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I will do my best!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I saw a picture of 2 of my favourite singers. I knew one was fan of the other, but further I didn&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well that is it for now. may update more.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/11/today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-265860804545117243</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-21T19:50:15.113-03:00</atom:updated><title>busy, busy, busy</title><description>well hi everybody.
I have been busy. Now that I am studying for nurse, I am busy.&lt;br /&gt;
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So my birthday pasted recently. I had a lot of fun. And I will have a little party with my friends soon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I knew becoming a nurse would be hard. But now, when I am doing it, It hit me hard.
I have to do so much. And I need to adapt to everything.


Mom told me that it is normal that everything takes it&#39;s time. But it is been hard for me.


I want to do everything perfect, it is not bad that I want that. But I am a bit afraid that I will hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh and I know when and where I will have my internship. I am really excited. But a bit afraid too. Not in a really bad way. But more like, will I do okay? And: what will it be like? and that kind of afraidness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I try to work my hardest for everything, but lately I am feeling ill.
I guess I am getting the flu or having already.
I have been absent because of it and it is hard to get everything okay again.


I also have problems with letting school know when I am better. I had called yesterday and suddenly the phone is acting strange and then it hangs up. So there I am, standing, thinking it must be okay. When I get at school today, first lesson, Well I saw you were absent yesterday. But I saw you yesterday. I am like. Huh? I am sure I called. Then my teacher sends me to the person who deals with this matter. She says I have to go to the teachers. But they sent me to her....&lt;br /&gt;
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Ow and I have my hair different since beginning this school year. I now have fringe and I colored it a bit reddish. Not like totally red, but more a glow on my brown hair.


So a long post on what has been keeping me busy.


I try updating more these days, but I can&#39;t promise I can. As my postname says it,
I am busy, busy, busy.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/11/busy-busy-busy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-617140848525609149</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2012 09:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-20T06:12:08.851-03:00</atom:updated><title>News</title><description>HIYA!!!

I haven&#39;t post somthing in a while BUT I HAVE BIG NEWS!!

I graduated!!!

Now I will start learning to become a nurse after the Summer vacation.
And I can&#39;t wait.

There is so much to be done, but I bet that has been the same for others.

Well this is it for now, I am kinda busy so.

Hugs</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/07/news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-5281522662783084677</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-14T09:00:04.929-03:00</atom:updated><title>What kind of job do I want in the future?</title><description>So I know what I want to become, I want to become a nurse.

My mom told me that when I was little I also wanted to become a nurse.
Yes, I want to help people who are ill or need help. I want to support people who have to be in the hospital.

Maybe I decide to work on the children-department. I know I have to learn more then, but supporting children in a hard time seems good.
I love children. And helping them in a hard and sad time would make me feel in a good place. I want to help people, and maybe save lives.

I almost never had to be in hospital and if I were there I would go to the dentist-department or I would go for an open day where they show how it is in hospital.
Or it was for someone else in the family. I went once for myself (as far I can remember) because I hurt my arm or something like that.

But I hope I will be able to become nurse. Helping people is good, right? It would give me a great feeling, helping people is important, selfless and right to do.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-kind-of-job-do-i-want-in-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-8666142452428274319</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-14T07:44:20.178-03:00</atom:updated><title>Final Exams</title><description>Oh! next Wednesday my first final exam is there, I&#39;ll have to sit quiet in a big hall with a lot of students.

I&#39;m not that nervous but I&#39;m more wondering about how it will be to sit there.
I simply don&#39;t have a clue.

One of my friends, who is in the same year as me, won&#39;t be doing her finals.
I am not so sure if it is a great idea, but I will support her in her decision.

I am not worried about Wednesday, mostly because the subject I have then aren&#39;t really difficult.
The only subject I am worried about is Economics, which I have last.
I hope I will not mess it up.

This week I only have exams on Wednesday. Today, tomorrow, Thursday and Friday I am free from exams or school. Next week I only have free on Thursday.

So yeah that is it for today.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/05/final-exams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-8148450094705525393</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-11T12:09:21.054-03:00</atom:updated><title>when tomorrow comes, then there will only be 9 weeks until my exams.</title><description>The Title tells a lot about this topic.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because From tomorrow I will have 9 weeks to prepare for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m ready for it. It is finally coming near. I still need to do a lot, but you know. I don&#39;t really mind. I want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am ready to leave this school.&lt;br /&gt;
Because I have been trough a lot at this school. A lot of good stuff, but some bad stuff. There has been said too much about me.&lt;br /&gt;
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But my friends have been the best that happened to me. They are so supporting and so nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to learn and train the subjects, my English classes won&#39;t be a problem, I talk and type a lot in it. Same for Dutch classes. The only thing what might be a problem is Economics. I am really bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the rest I will be fine. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s why I am ready, only a little bit, not yet. :)</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/03/when-tomorrow-comes-then-there-will.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-2278236552398725581</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-11T12:12:33.859-03:00</atom:updated><title>Our Queen her birthday.</title><description>There is a lot of speculation that our Queen will resign today.&lt;br /&gt;
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They say it that it will be at 21:00.&lt;br /&gt;
Do we need to believe what people say? Or should be wait and see if it&#39;s true?&lt;br /&gt;
I think second is better to do.&lt;br /&gt;
I personally don&#39;t believe it. But who knows..&lt;br /&gt;
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I think we shouldn&#39;t be speculating to much. We should trust the Queen on her decisions and just stop &quot;gossiping&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still I don&#39;t think she will resign, she is smart and she looks younger than she is.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-queen-her-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-6313912732329785561</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-11T12:31:44.060-03:00</atom:updated><title>exchange I&#39;m in Spain</title><description>Well, same as the other post, it happened a long time ago but I thought it would be a good idea to post it, since everyone has been very kind and helpful for me. Some days may be short or even left out, then they were not of a big importance or I just wanted to keep it short. Or because of the fact it is from my diary that I wrote when I was there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Day 1. March 28th&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s early in the morning. I&#39;m sad and excited, I&#39;m sure I&#39;m going to miss everybody home, but I&#39;m really excited to see my Spanish friends again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m in a airplane!!! Wow! It is a beautiful view outside the window. I can see city beneath me, while there are clouds on top of the cities.&lt;br /&gt;
We are sitting next to a Spanish girl who has lived in Amsterdam for a while. She goes to Spain and back to The Netherlands over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;
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22:00&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to bed now, I&#39;m a bit sad because I miss everyone. But it&#39;s okay, I will get used to it. It is my first night here. It is always a bit weird the first night, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;
We went into town, it&#39;s smells weird outside. I got candy, it was very sweet and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow introduction, city tour and a barbecue. Wednesday I don&#39;t know what we&#39;ll do. My partner is very sweet for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the morning here is really cold! I woke up and I was shivering. My new mom was very kind to me. She asked me if I wanted to eat something because we would have breakfast with the class.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we arrived at school we had to wait in the hallway. I will be honest, but the when I first saw the school I thought it was a prison. Not meant to be mean. Then we went to the classroom Aula de Usos Múltiples, for the introduction. We&#39;ve got a pin and we got a little video to see with the picture we made in front of the European flag. Then the head of the school held a speech. Then they played our national Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;
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At 9:30 we had breakfast, Churros! (a dough, need to know more about it. (internet) because I don&#39;t know much about Churros) Chocolate kon Churros was us told, but I took orange juice. Which I drink a lot. The Churros smelled like pancakes. Not American but the Dutch ones, there is a difference. When we sat there I got hungry because it smelled so nice. In the beginning the Churros is not as heavy on your stomach so you think you can eat lots of it but it is actually quite heavy. But I can eat a lot, so soon after eating I got hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;
It was drizzling so I would appreciate my coat, which I left at my Spanish home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we had city tour. Which I don&#39;t call city tour because we didn&#39;t go into town.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we had a barbecue. Which was delicious. It was partly food I&#39;m used to and partly Spanish food. I ate macaroni and a lot of popcorn. I played basketball and laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
End day 2.&lt;br /&gt;
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Day 3. &lt;br /&gt;
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we had dancing. Salsa, Merenge, Bachata and more. We also had theater, where we Dutch people had to talk Spanish, which sounded really funny. We had to laugh about it a lot. Around the evening we had disco. It was really hot in there so one of my friends, 2 Spanish friends and I went into town for some shopping. I saw this shirt which I loved but it was to small. My friends bought shoes which one of the Spanish girls had.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am starting to feel more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;
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End day 3.&lt;br /&gt;
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Day 4.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to Granada. It was really pretty. It is so warm here. And tomorrow it will be even worse. And I am not getting a tan. Which I really want. Granada is a must go!&lt;br /&gt;
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Day 5.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had sports day today. We first had to walk, which was over the 2 hours! I did tennis with a friend. That was too warm. it was even warmer than in The Netherlands around this time. It is spring and it feels here like summer. In The Netherlands we don&#39;t even have this weather, only in summer and still it is really uncommon. At the end of the day I was red! I get sunburned really easily and I did use sun lotion. But I guess it really didn&#39;t help.&lt;br /&gt;
In the evening I went bowling and I stayed in the park in the evening with a few friends an our partners. &lt;br /&gt;
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Weekend. (day 6 &amp; 7)&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday we went to Córdoba. We went shopping there. It is a small town which can be really crowded. I bought some souvenirs for home.&lt;br /&gt;
In the evening we had a party which I came home from 00:40. These people really live all day I must say. We had fun. But after a long time it was a bit boring. But they had really delicious food. They are really good with food.&lt;br /&gt;
Sunday was a bit of a lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Day 9&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to Cazorla Natural Park, where we had a long walk. It was really pretty there. I felt good there because I love the nature. In the evening we had a farewell party, since it was our last evening here. We had fun. They had alcohol which I was very against. &lt;br /&gt;
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Day 10 day of departure.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not going to tell this all in detail. But I got sick. I woke up early. And got sick. My Spanish mom thought I drunk and I had a hangover. But I don&#39;t drink so I felt a bit offended. &lt;br /&gt;
In the bus was no fun. You can guess why. In the plane I slept most of the time. While my friend was talking to her neighbor. Who was also Dutch. In the bus to our town wasn&#39;t really fun either but I felt a little better. I slowly saw how evening fell upon The Netherlands. I was almost home! It made me feel happy but also a bit sad. Because I had have to say goodbye to Spain and my Spanish family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we arrived at our school I was happy to see my mom, dad and brother. My sister would arrive the day after.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was glad to be home.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/01/exchange-im-in-spain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-7285353101764393387</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T10:48:49.417-03:00</atom:updated><title>exchange students here</title><description>Sorry I didn&#39;t let anything hear. So now would be a great time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
I skipped a few days so if you want to know about them I can update. But since it would be a very long talk I skipped the less important onces.&lt;br /&gt;
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First day of exchange:&lt;br /&gt;
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My partner arrived at school. They had a long night and were very tired but also very excited to meet us all. I was waiting for my partner outside of school, with my parents, brother and sister. First I met my partners mom. She is very kind. Then I met my partner, she is also very kind. They hugged me and I was first a bit shocked, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;
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We first had to go into our school for a welcome to our partners.&lt;br /&gt;
There talked one of the teachers, a few jokes where made to enlighten the talk but we were not really interested. We wanted to go home, with our parents and our new family member. &lt;br /&gt;
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My sister had still school, my mom and brother had to go somewhere else so my dad dropped my partner and me of at home. At home I asked if my partner wanted something to drink, water she said. I gave her a pack of stuff she could use when she was here. It was for her to keep. So she could take it home.&lt;br /&gt;
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She also gave me a present and my mom had one too. I love what she gave me, a sort of cushion where you can put stuff in and a flower necklace. I wear that necklace a lot. It is one of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt;
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Later my sister came home with her partner. He was not nice to my sister, they had many problems with each other. Her partner didn&#39;t talk with her, he ignored her and a lot more. My sister did her best to make sure it would went well but it didn&#39;t work out that well.&lt;br /&gt;
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We ate tomato soup and had fun, while my sisters partner was playing with his phone and ignored us.&lt;br /&gt;
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end day 1.&lt;br /&gt;
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day 4&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to Amsterdam, first I wasn&#39;t feeling well, but I still went because it wouldn&#39;t be fair for my partner. And it would be fun for both of us, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
So e went to Amsterdam, we had a lot of fun. My partner walked with her friends, as I walked with my friends. I did take care that she and I would still do things together. But I thought she should have the opportunity to be with her friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the evening there was a party, but I wasn&#39;t feeling well so I didn&#39;t go. She went together with one of my friends and her partner. My friends partner and mine are good friends so it was a good opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
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end day 4.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the weekend we went swimming with some friends. We had a lot of fun. My partner told me they didn&#39;t have swimming pools like we have. Still she enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Day 8.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day of the stage night, the day we would preform for our parents, exchange partner and more people.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had the day off after our last rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we were waiting outside the place we would preform, I met the rest of the family of my partner, who came over to see their daughter and sister preform. They were very kind. Everyone around me was a bit jealous because I already met my family, and they didn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
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The performances went very well. My partner wanted to stay with her family the night so she didn&#39;t come home with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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End day 8.&lt;br /&gt;
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Day 11, the day that our exchange students would leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all were very sad, and we were sure we would miss each other.&lt;br /&gt;
At the bus we were all crying and very sad. My sister left her classes to say goodbye to my partner. My partner had become our little sister. She had became very important.&lt;br /&gt;
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End of the Spanish students here.</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2012/01/exchange-students-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-2624773846228045059</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-18T22:03:57.404-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exchange</category><title>Just two days to go</title><description>It&#39;s friday... and monday my exchange student will arrive.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t wait. She&#39;s so nice and lovely. And today I found out she&#39;s the same height as I am. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not very large, the shortest kid of our year. So it&#39;s nice not to have to look up to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom bought large cusions to sit on, as we don&#39;t have enough place on the couches for everyone to sit on when the exchange students and my brothers are at home.&lt;br /&gt;
Plans are made and now it&#39;s cleaning and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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At sunday the exchange partner of my sister arrives and on monday mine.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m happy for my sister she&#39;s finally been able to talk with the guy in facebook. She&#39;s finally looking forward to the exchange too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Someone asked how many donations we&#39;ve got so far.&lt;br /&gt;
The answer is easy: none.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s not what we hoped for.&lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-two-days-to-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805804173289865976.post-4158107668396282384</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-17T22:27:54.170-03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><title>Bloodwork</title><description>I needed some bloodwork done, so the doctor send me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom went with me and we arrived at a time that we didn&#39;t have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;
Mom explained how the waitingsystem works there and then we were already called in.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nurse was very kind and tried to distract me with talking about school and my decision to become a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;
Because I&#39;m so young she asked me what I was going to do in the year between school and the nurse studies.&lt;br /&gt;
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In het time nurses couldn&#39;t start their study before a certain age, but nowadays we can go to a school where we start preparing for our practical work immediately after we receive our schooldiploma.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bloodwork was done rather quick, even though she needed 9 tubes. One had to go on ice.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that we walked out of the hospital without our coat on.&lt;br /&gt;
What a wonderful weather!</description><link>http://yeye2011.blogspot.com/2011/02/bloodwork.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (YeYe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>