<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:12:24.111+02:00</updated><category term='Lifestyle'/><category term='Hilfe'/><category term='to buy'/><title type='text'>Country Roads.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-5123494921465333917</id><published>2011-04-17T12:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:58:42.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a sunday smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNXuyVUCnes/TascOwkX7yI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7tRqw64sSxw/s1600/blumen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNXuyVUCnes/TascOwkX7yI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7tRqw64sSxw/s400/blumen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596598001819184930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe eine sehr stressige und ereignisreiche Woche hinter mir und verbringe den Sonntag gerade damit, mir Inspirationen für zukünftige Selfmade-Projekte zu suchen. Ein Vorsatz fürs neue Jahr war nämlich, wieder mehr selbst zu machen und im kreativen Raum wieder aktiver zu werden. ;) &lt;br /&gt;Daher, weil ich es unter anderem &lt;a href="http://www.crafster.org"&gt;hier&lt;/a&gt; gesehen habe, hab ich mal eine Liste gemacht mit 30 Projekten für 2011 (wir haben immerhin erst April... dumidum.. ):&lt;br /&gt;1) Schal und Mütze zu Ende stricken&lt;br /&gt;2) ein schönes Alltagskleid nähen. Und noch eins. Und noch eins.&lt;br /&gt;3) Fimo Broschen, Ketten und Ohrringe&lt;br /&gt;4) Einen schönen, warmen Shrug mit Zopfmuster stricken&lt;br /&gt;5) Bügelperlen-Broschen &lt;br /&gt;6) Einen Quilt!!! Und Kissen, passend zum 1. Quilt!&lt;br /&gt;7) Noch einen Quilt nähen (zum Mitnehmen fürs Picknick) :-)&lt;br /&gt;8) Teekannen-Mäntelchen nähen&lt;br /&gt;9) ein Sommerkleid nähen&lt;br /&gt;10) Luna Lovegood Ohrringe&lt;br /&gt;11) Handschuhe ohne Finger (haben die einen Namen?)&lt;br /&gt;12) Haarband stricken&lt;br /&gt;13) Blumenbroschen stricken&lt;br /&gt;14) Circle Scarf&lt;br /&gt;15) Rock&lt;br /&gt;16) T-Shirts bemalen/bedrucken&lt;br /&gt;17) größere Tasche&lt;br /&gt;18) Duftkerzen&lt;br /&gt;19) Nilpferd-Mütze&lt;br /&gt;20) Szenen in Flaschen/Glühbirnen&lt;br /&gt;21) Pferdekopf aus Dosen (Gilmore Girls inspired)&lt;br /&gt;22) Halstuch&lt;br /&gt;23) Handyhülle&lt;br /&gt;24) Schlüsselanhänger. Irgendeinen. &lt;br /&gt;25) Eine Lampe&lt;br /&gt;26) Bilder (Acryl, Öl, Kohle, Copics, Aquarell, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;27) 2 Collagen (eine persönliche und eine kreative)&lt;br /&gt;28) eine Wanduhr&lt;br /&gt;29) ein Scrapbook. Und das alte beenden.&lt;br /&gt;30) Wanddekoration aus buntem Papier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;und natürlich noch mehr, weil mir andauernd was über den Weg läuft was mir gefällt. Mein Problem heißt nur Aufschieberitis, aber da kommt eine solche Liste doch wie gerufen. :)&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt werde ich Rhabarberkuchen backen und davon dann eventuell noch ein Bild einfügen! Ich wünsche der Welt einen schönen Sonntag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-5123494921465333917?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5123494921465333917/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=5123494921465333917' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5123494921465333917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5123494921465333917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-smile.html' title='a sunday smile.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNXuyVUCnes/TascOwkX7yI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7tRqw64sSxw/s72-c/blumen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-1281278240690335953</id><published>2011-04-01T18:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T18:39:14.070+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to buy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilfe'/><title type='text'>coney island cotten candy.</title><content type='html'>ich brauch ein neues Radl! Ich besitze zwar ein Fahrrad, aber leider nur die Schrottvariante für 20 € vom Flohmarkt. Nicht, dass etwas gegen &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rost&lt;/span&gt;alinde auszusetzen wäre... aber lange Radtouren wird sie nicht mitmachen können. Beziehungsweise mein Hinterteil auf ihr. Daher findet sie ihre Verwendung im sorglosen Parken vorm Bahnhof. Da kann ich eins der folgenden Babys nicht abstellen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/1866_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/1866_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/2223_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/2223_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/2297_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/2297_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/3179_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.beachcruiser.de/images/product_images/popup_images/3179_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was denkt ihr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-1281278240690335953?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/1281278240690335953/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=1281278240690335953' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/1281278240690335953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/1281278240690335953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2011/04/coney-island-cotten-candy.html' title='coney island cotten candy.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-7497146195881172764</id><published>2011-03-26T18:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:25:49.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenpeace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greenaction.de/"&gt;Green Action&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eine Community zum Aktiv Werden. Ich bin soeben beigetreten. Momentan fühle ich mich ziemlich ziellos und ein wenig verloren und ich hatte das dringende Bedürfnis, endlich irgendetwas wichtiges zu machen, etwas zu verändern. Tiere und Umweltschutz waren mir schon seit meiner Kindheit wichtig (und das nicht nur zum Streicheln). Die Community macht es uns wahnsinnig einfach, auch mit geringem Aufwand schon die Möglichkeit zu haben, sich an einer guten Sache zu beteiligen. So werde ich mich jetzt langsam herantasten und das Ganze erstmal kennen lernen. Ich hoffe aber, bald schon intensiver aktiv werden zu können. &lt;br /&gt;Falls jemand Tipps hat, wie man sich auch aktiver beteiligen kann wäre ich sehr dankbar. Das Ganze ist eben noch ziemliches Neuland für mich. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich überlege auch, mich Amnesty International anzuschließen. Aber immer eins nach dem anderen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_limejrmho71qf2ajzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_limejrmho71qf2ajzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-7497146195881172764?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/7497146195881172764/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=7497146195881172764' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7497146195881172764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7497146195881172764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2011/03/greenpeace.html' title='Greenpeace.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-1956459049624706013</id><published>2009-10-31T10:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:55:20.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My cookies &amp; milk (&amp;tea).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SuwFikcyyXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aYWpaZdrqjk/s1600-h/Foto550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SuwFikcyyXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aYWpaZdrqjk/s400/Foto550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398696144768518514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-1956459049624706013?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/1956459049624706013/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=1956459049624706013' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/1956459049624706013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/1956459049624706013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-cookies-milk.html' title='My cookies &amp; milk (&amp;tea).'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SuwFikcyyXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aYWpaZdrqjk/s72-c/Foto550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-5793540454122122468</id><published>2009-10-26T18:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:45:48.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My cupholders and tea-parties.</title><content type='html'>I am a little perfectionist when it comes to.. well, everything basically. But there are certain fields that are more involved than others. Therefore I don't even think that perfectionist may be the right term, because a perfectionist &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SuXdlcrf6uI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pKLkFLzkHsc/s1600-h/Foto582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SuXdlcrf6uI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pKLkFLzkHsc/s320/Foto582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396963363896945378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has specific ideals in mind, like the perfect car has to be "insert what your perfect car would be like". I don't have many of these ideals, for example I don't know what my perfect car would be like or my perfect house or my perfect job or whatever. I only have certain ideas that I like, like a car, perfect or not, must have good cupholders. My house, whatever it may look like, must look like it's mine, so very cozy but also very stylish and one-of-a-kind. Blah Blah. See what I mean? I think perfectionists (at least that's how I define that word) are people who have "checklists" in their head that need to be fulfilled. I don't have checklists, what's perfect how and when is something I don't know from the start but that I learn once it's in process. &lt;br /&gt;Something I am ridiculously crazy about though is my food. I love to cook and bake and make a perfect meal from a perfect recipe that looks perfect on the perfect plate so that I can take a perfect picture. And it's not only about cooking, it's also about like "I really want a coffee with a muffin right now" - then it has to be the perfect muffin with the perfect coffee and I go mental on the delight i get when I finally have those things. Food. I'm serious. That's why you're gonna see very many pictures of food on this blog. The picture in this entry for example is today's breakfast: French Toast with Syrup and an egg sunny side up. Just sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-5793540454122122468?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5793540454122122468/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=5793540454122122468' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5793540454122122468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5793540454122122468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-little-perfectionist-when-it-comes.html' title='My cupholders and tea-parties.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SuXdlcrf6uI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pKLkFLzkHsc/s72-c/Foto582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-9120062202338556535</id><published>2009-10-20T17:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:10:40.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My awesome epiphanies.</title><content type='html'>There are times in your life when you just suck. You know you suck, the people around you know you suck, even people you've never met before know you suck. Whenever you have reached a suck-phase, it is fairly important to get out of it at your terms, don't lean on anyone else because it's your mess. They might have their own suck-problems to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;These events always follow a certain scheme, some people can skip certain steps better than others but it doesn't really matter once you left all that behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Wallow. You fell useless, you don't have the energy to do anything. So you don't do anything. While doing so, you think about your situation over and over again until your hippocampus and all his buddies get dizzy from all the circles in which you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Weird.. you know something is going very wrong but you don't have the willpower or even will to change something. After all, that would require some serious work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Disgusted. You hate that you're this useless idiot and you try to get up and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; a) you succed &gt; great! But remember: This isn't something that happens overnight. It takes a lot of time and work.&lt;br /&gt;   b) you SUCK, so the cicle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have guessed, there's a lot of sucking going on in sonja-town. I would diagnose myself a stage 3. So we'll see. :P My scottish friend Louise has put my thoughts on the subject in very delicate words that I couldn't have phrased better myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mid-October, late-night resolutions: Will work harder, will cut my talking by 50%, will stop analysing people, will stop analysing self, will be less cynical, will only argue with people when important, will stop giving up if, after 5 minutes, i am not an expert at something, will fight urge to dye hair silly colour again, will be kind, considerate, understanding and gentle human being, will become Carla Bruni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really have a problem with compassion and kindness and stuff (I hope), but other than that this is really the point. Things I could add: Returning to being happy with self, stop being so lazy, doing what makes me happy without putting other people first, and most importantly: not just saying these things but actually change something to not let anyone down, especially me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-9120062202338556535?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/9120062202338556535/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=9120062202338556535' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/9120062202338556535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/9120062202338556535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-awesome-epiphanies.html' title='My awesome epiphanies.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-2221102871802878466</id><published>2009-10-09T11:04:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:18:07.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My clean hands</title><content type='html'>This is something which I found on the way to Hannover at some restroom. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/Ss79Kc7p_GI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Rrq0j1Nq0PE/s1600-h/Foto372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/Ss79Kc7p_GI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Rrq0j1Nq0PE/s200/Foto372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390524160015989858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Hannover a few weeks ago with Justin and Jenny to go to the Germany-Azerbaijan soccer game. I have noticed that many soup dispensers are now called "Soap Susi", not only this one but also the one at the Düsseldorfer Subway next to the university. The other pictures of  my Hannover trip are coming up soon, but I thought I should give this one extra credit. Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me take my DSLR-camera onto the premises so there will be no high quality pictures of people such as Michael Ballack as originally planned. Now I'm gonna take a shower and then buy a "Nussecke" at the bakery where Jenny works. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-2221102871802878466?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2221102871802878466/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=2221102871802878466' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2221102871802878466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2221102871802878466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-clean-hands.html' title='My clean hands'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/Ss79Kc7p_GI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Rrq0j1Nq0PE/s72-c/Foto372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-2670933811537041502</id><published>2009-10-05T09:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:23:45.621+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My faces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmeSOw9PEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oTrI9kc9CZo/s1600-h/Foto057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmeSOw9PEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oTrI9kc9CZo/s320/Foto057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389012465163779138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is something I found while eating gingerbread. Fun stuff, isn't it? Now I have to get ready for my cousins because I will be staying with them for the next 3 days. But first I have to go get my hair done and pick some stuff up in Düsseldorf I couldn't afford to buy last week. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-2670933811537041502?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2670933811537041502/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=2670933811537041502' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2670933811537041502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2670933811537041502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-faces.html' title='My faces.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmeSOw9PEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oTrI9kc9CZo/s72-c/Foto057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-5783484476374852499</id><published>2009-10-05T09:02:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:18:36.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wild Wild West</title><content type='html'>A few impressions of our trip to Pullman City last year just bevore christmas. Pullman City is a genuine replica of a wild west city which is such a great place to go. I love it there. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmcV37MkkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t4x3fET4q2o/s1600-h/Foto063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin: 0 10px 0 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmcV37MkkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t4x3fET4q2o/s200/Foto063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010328728932930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe there are 2 "Pullman Cities" in Germany, one is somewhere in &lt;a href="http://www.pullmancity.de"&gt;Bavaria&lt;/a&gt; I believe and the other one is in &lt;a href="http://www.pullmancity-2.com/"&gt;Hasselfelde&lt;/a&gt; in the Harz which is a hilly and not very much populated area. If you haven't been to either one of these you should definately go! I've been twice, once in summertime, once in wintertime, both is really cool but wintertime is (in my opinion) the best because there's tons of snow and it looks sooo pretty. Plus, you definately get into the whole christmas mood there very easily. Sorry for the bad quality of the pictures but I only had my cell phone and there's a good chance I had no idea what I was doing when taking these photos. ;) So I'm hoping to go there again this december, that would be awesome! I could also take some better pictures with my Canon 400D, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmceaAsVpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZKS8vAKTxtE/s1600-h/Foto064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmceaAsVpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZKS8vAKTxtE/s200/Foto064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010475317745298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmcJS6psHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L_pxIJ3hVy8/s1600-h/Foto062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmcJS6psHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L_pxIJ3hVy8/s200/Foto062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010112636104818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-5783484476374852499?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5783484476374852499/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=5783484476374852499' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5783484476374852499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5783484476374852499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wild-wild-west.html' title='My Wild Wild West'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsmcV37MkkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t4x3fET4q2o/s72-c/Foto063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-7593900594547448356</id><published>2009-10-01T22:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:54:24.661+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My airport</title><content type='html'>My dearest friend and roommate Carina went to the U.S. for the summer (crazy lucky might I add), she's actually already back now but when she left I accompanied her to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsUUgINJm3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/vBVFRYcRFlE/s1600-h/Foto250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsUUgINJm3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/vBVFRYcRFlE/s320/Foto250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387735071409675122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Düsseldorf Airport and after she passed security I spent some time rocking the local H&amp;M which is a great thing to have around when you're really bored. This is what happened, I tried everything on that I liked and almost (thank god not all of it) everything fit... well... tomorrow I have another shopping trip ahead of me (in my defense, there haven't really been any since the airport-h&amp;m-overtake) and I'm hoping it will be just as sucessful. So I'm actually gonna go to bed now cause I have to get up really early tomorrow. talk to you guys later, much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-7593900594547448356?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/7593900594547448356/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=7593900594547448356' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7593900594547448356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7593900594547448356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-airport.html' title='My airport'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsUUgINJm3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/vBVFRYcRFlE/s72-c/Foto250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-3337325405201927923</id><published>2009-09-28T11:11:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:56:10.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My From Dusk till Dawn</title><content type='html'>Whenever I spend my nights in Kleinenbroich instead of Düsseldorf and I have an early class I like to take pictures of the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB-QMw9fCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ob_casT8MGI/s1600-h/Foto004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB-QMw9fCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ob_casT8MGI/s200/Foto004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386443971104701474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB-cntfC0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Xd42hJxgRZQ/s1600-h/Foto006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB-cntfC0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Xd42hJxgRZQ/s200/Foto006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386444184496311106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB-W01zaRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TctaSY1kIwE/s1600-h/Foto005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB-W01zaRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TctaSY1kIwE/s200/Foto005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386444084941646098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-3337325405201927923?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3337325405201927923/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=3337325405201927923' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3337325405201927923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3337325405201927923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-days-at-university.html' title='My From Dusk till Dawn'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB-QMw9fCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ob_casT8MGI/s72-c/Foto004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-8882628369810362479</id><published>2009-09-28T10:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:11:29.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved muffins</title><content type='html'>Hello my dearest readers (which cannot be many)! I have been really lazy with this blog and haven't updated in forever. Same goes for my website. But I'm updating now plus uploading a new website design in the next couple of days (let's hope). &lt;br /&gt;So. I have to catch you guys up on a bunch of stuff. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB9bh0SfGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_uUDwQI2VpM/s1600-h/Foto204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB9bh0SfGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_uUDwQI2VpM/s320/Foto204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386443066222738530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comes first. I am really loving baking right now and I am constantly looking for some new recipe that I can try out. I really liked the chocolate fudge muffins I made a couple of weeks ago. With cream cheese frosting, yummie! For those of you who don't know, I'm a little perfectionist when it comes to my food. Actually, I'm a perfectionist all the way, but it particulary concerns my food habits. That's why you shouldn't be confused if I upload a lot of pictures on here to show you what I had for dinner and such. &lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later, Bob.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB9pcCUtQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2KsmU5CR_Sc/s1600-h/Foto205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB9pcCUtQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2KsmU5CR_Sc/s320/Foto205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386443305189160194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-8882628369810362479?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/8882628369810362479/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=8882628369810362479' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/8882628369810362479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/8882628369810362479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-beloved-muffins.html' title='My beloved muffins'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SsB9bh0SfGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_uUDwQI2VpM/s72-c/Foto204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-2135063979675634670</id><published>2009-04-06T23:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:27:23.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Herz schlägt für das Sauerland.</title><content type='html'>Unser Wochenendtrip nach Winterberg. In Winterberg gabs nämlich noch Schnee. Zum Skifahren. Jedenfalls Samstag. Sonntag war die Saison vorbei. Dafür gabs Sonntag eine Kreuz- und Querfahrt durchs Sauerland zu der ein oder anderen örtlichen "Attraktion". Orientierungslosigkeitsbedingte Umwege wurden in der Route nicht berücksichtigt.&lt;br /&gt;x1) Start&lt;br /&gt;x2) Ziel&lt;br /&gt;x3) Erzbergwerk&lt;br /&gt;x4) Dechenhöhle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SdpzbLECOVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ck_-gkuuN2Y/s1600-h/sauerland.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SdpzbLECOVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ck_-gkuuN2Y/s320/sauerland.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321692820355037522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-2135063979675634670?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2135063979675634670/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=2135063979675634670' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2135063979675634670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2135063979675634670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/04/mein-herz-schlagt-fur-das-sauerland.html' title='Mein Herz schlägt für das Sauerland.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SdpzbLECOVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ck_-gkuuN2Y/s72-c/sauerland.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-5235568142528509924</id><published>2009-02-20T18:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:07:41.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My story.</title><content type='html'>This is something I picked up from Facebook. Everyone is doing it and I thought it was pretty fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Random things you might already know about me.. Or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I love singing. Although I wouldn't say that I suck terribly at it I also wouldn't say that I'm great, either. Still - I love doing it. Anywhere, anytime. In the car (where I combine my amazing singing talent with some pretty smooth dance moves), the shower or on the occasional midnight dog walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I have a dog named Apollo. He is gay. We have shared our ups and downs over the years and he has an exceptional talent of embarassing me. But I still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) When I was in elementary school, a friend and me founded an Emergency Rescue Club for Animals. Our first and last patient was a bumble-bee who had something wrong with its wings. I stepped on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I am obsessed with choosing deodorant, shampoo or shower gel. I love trying out their delicious different smells to pick out something new almost every single time. What I also like to buy in unprecedented numbers are cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I'm almost always in a good mood. It takes a lot to bring me down. I'm usually smiling and laughing all day long. Still: I'm also a quite serious person. I've spent a lot of time thinking about the world, life or people and I would say that I usually see things very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I love reading. When a book fully mesmorizes me it's all I can think about. I pick out individual bookmarks for every book I read (movie tickets, flyers, postcards, whatever). They always underline some aspect of the book that is the most important to me. This can also be something really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) If I had to choose a fictional character that describes me the best, I would say it's Lorelai Gilmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Everyone thinks my natural haircolor is so pretty (strawberry blonde), but ever since I was a little child I've always wanted dark brown, blackish curls. Neither is my hair very dark, nor does it reveal any curls. It's so very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) My future home will probably be somewhere in Colorado. Although I've never actually been to Colorado I've seen enough to know that this could be somewhere I belong. If I won't end up in Colorado, it's gonna be somewhere very much like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Further proof of #9 is that I am in love with the U.S.. I couldn't imagine a better place to live. And this is something I already know, considering that I've lived in New Albany, IN for 6 months of my life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) I love music. I usually need it 24/7 (though I can also get sick of it and thus needing some quiet) and also enjoy getting productive myself, for I can play the piano, the transverse flute and I am currently learning how to play the guitar. People might think that my musical taste is slightly off but I like it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) I may act innocent, but deep down I have a pretty dirty mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) I spend a lot of time with my favorite TV show: Scrubs. I could watch it all day long (if I didn't feel like a couch potato doing so). I quote from it whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) I utterly love looking at the stars. Everything seems to fall into place when you think about how amazing life truly is. I find the whole clerical institution idiotic, but I do believe (especially in moments like these) that there is something bigger out there that a human mind is not able to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) My Mom has Multiple Sclerosis. I never talk to anyone about this ever, not even the people who are the closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) I am a car enthusiast to a point where it's almost getting ridiculous. I wouldn't count the times I've made my surroundings jump by yelling "Omg, a Mustang!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) I've cried in almost every movie/TV show I've ever watched. (I'd like to think that this is due to my sensibility and humanity.. life is so very touching.) To paint you a picture, this list also includes Star Wars III, Batman begins, Scrubs or Free Willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) I have the PADI Open Water Diver's license. I got it when I was 14. Although I don't excactly kill for opportunities to dive, it's still really fascinating and something totally different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) I deeply hate every little detail about Valentine's Day. I think it's the most preposterous holiday in the entire history of holidays, most of all because there's nothing special about a present you get on Valentine's Day, seeing that it's an obligation to be getting you one. What's so romantic about people following the rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) I make lists about almost anything. It's downright ridiculous. Lists I've come up with so far are i.e. Lifestyle, What I need/have to do in life, to perfect Life or Style, Recipes I have to research, Songs I have to play on the guitar or the trivial to-do/to-buy-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) I am fascinated by people. People are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) I've always believed in true love. I believe that with the right person, everything will be naturally perfect, and that it will work out, come what may. Yes, I do believe in magic and signs (and sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith), but I also believe that YOU have to make yourself happy, because no one else is going to do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) I love the mountains. They have their own atmosphere that cannot be put in words. We used to go to Bavaria like every year to go hiking and stuff, and although I wasn't always a fan at the time, I wouldn't want to miss any memory I have of those trips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) One thing that I really wanna do someday is to professionally learn how to surf. And I wanna swim with dolfins or orcas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) I am insanely scared of the dentist. Seriously, I never go there unless I absolutely have to. And if I do, it's like I'm about to get open heart surgery. What I hate about it the most is that you are lying in this really awkward position that makes you feel exposed and totally helpless. Plus: I always have a cavity, which is due to some stupid hormones and will probably stop when I'm about 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-5235568142528509924?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5235568142528509924/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=5235568142528509924' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5235568142528509924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/5235568142528509924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-story.html' title='My story.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-8160860185413830014</id><published>2009-02-15T18:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:22:03.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest Hobby.</title><content type='html'>Helloooo. Conscientious as I am: Here's my new blog entry. Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;It's not that long, just wanted to show you my newest discovery due to my newest hobby: As of recently, I like to cook and bake sometimes, or rather to be creative while cooking and baking. And when I was googling some new recipes a couple of days ago I stumbled across this website that is just awesome, my own personal heaven.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usa-kulinarisch.de/index.htm"&gt;CLICK ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about this page are the different BBQ-Sauces you can make from scratch. I can't wait to try those out!&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get ready for Daniel's little birthday party! Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-8160860185413830014?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/8160860185413830014/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=8160860185413830014' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/8160860185413830014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/8160860185413830014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-newest-hobby.html' title='My newest Hobby.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-7788695661312571874</id><published>2009-02-14T17:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:56:49.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My immortality.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I am going to blog more often from now on. I know that nobody actually reads this crap but it's not really about people effectively reading it but about putting it out there, so that it might be read (Did that make sense?).&lt;br /&gt;So: Here it goes. My first motivated entry is dedicated to my newborn obsession that Sophie and me share: The Twilight series. It's extremely ridiculous, kind of.. I went to see the movie with Jenny when it came out and although I was determined to read the book first (I was determined to do so ever since they started showing the trailer), I didn't find the time, and maybe that was a good thing. Because there we were, sitting in front of the screen, holding popcorn, not expecting anything in particular because we didn't know anything about the story whatsoever (except for the obvious stuff). I was so enthusiastic about the movie that I took Sophie and Benni to see it like a couple of days later and guess what: They loved it, too. Admittedly, Sophie was a little more into it than Benni, but even Benni himself, being a movie enthusiast and all, didn't seem to hate it. &lt;br /&gt;Sophie and I have watched this movie like 5 times by now. I have to say that the English version is like a million times better than the German one, but it's still a pretty nice movie.. (One of the many advantages is Robert Pattinson = Cedric Diggory = Edward Cullen, plus the really intense kissing scene ;) And it didn't stop there: As some of you might know, "Twilight" is the first of a series of four books. And we've read them all within like 2 weeks (simultaneously to studying for tests and such). I'm not completely finished with the forth one yet, but it's like this Harry Potter Flashback: It took me like a day to finish each one of these books (except for the 4th one, because I don't want it to be over xD), and to paint you a picture, they have like 400 to 700 pages. There are parts which I don't like (i.e. where it gets too cheesy), and I wouldn't call it a literary masterpiece. At some parts Stephanie Meyer makes more out of it than it is, like she wants to slip in a certain level of depth that is not always there. But I still like it. :P&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm taking Imke to see the movie, because she hasn't watched it yet. That's the first time I went to see the same movie in theatres more than twice since the "Schuh des Manitu".&lt;br /&gt;(I know the movie might look incredibly ridiculous to some of you, but it's really not. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0Bbw3G_bxk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0Bbw3G_bxk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-7788695661312571874?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/7788695661312571874/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=7788695661312571874' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7788695661312571874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7788695661312571874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-immortality.html' title='My immortality.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-3276081843785444906</id><published>2009-01-31T21:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:02:48.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My way home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SYS8A0zZZuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/81Mgz0N2B4E/s1600-h/73068454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 5px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SYS8A0zZZuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/81Mgz0N2B4E/s400/73068454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297565784054785762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today at lunch my dad told me that he wants to go to the U.S. with me. With my mom, of course. And the weirdest thing happened: I didn't really want to. You see, normally I would take ANY, and I do mean ANY, opportunity to get over there, but just the thought of my parents standing in front of the Jacksons' kitchen making smalltalk seems ridiculous to me. I might be a little unfair but I just can't imagine that at all. Sure, there is the language problem, but that's not really it... I've never felt more at home anywhere. Anywhere, not even in my new apartment at Düsseldorf or in the house I grew up in. It's just so different than my life over here. And I guess I'm scared that people I take there don't get that, or at least not how important this place really is to me (I'm not just talking about the house here, the people who live there, including the cat, do have a lot to do with that). &lt;br /&gt;This first occured to me when I took Miri there. And that was really fun, but still.. I guess there are only very few people I know who would, without a doubt, love this place and the people as much as I do, who would fully comprehend just about everything. Who I could show around town and take to see all the great stuff I've been missing for such a long time now.. And that's just the thing with my parents: How could a house, that is really messy mostly all of the time, or food that one can heat up in the microwave, or a visit to Wallmart (where you can buy only crappy food that's not exclusive enough and cleary has something wrong with it), or even a ride through town just for the hell of it mean anything to them? (Well, my Dad would at least like Zesto's, I guess..) How could I show them without looking like a complete idiot? Maybe I'm overreacting. But every single precious memory I have of "over there" is completety perfect. And I'd rather not have that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PS: I should really change this layout, it's kind of awful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-3276081843785444906?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3276081843785444906/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=3276081843785444906' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3276081843785444906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3276081843785444906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-way-home.html' title='My way home.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SYS8A0zZZuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/81Mgz0N2B4E/s72-c/73068454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-7751899323908127095</id><published>2008-11-07T09:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:25:41.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be a democrat.</title><content type='html'>Musste heulen bei der Rede... bei meiner bisherigen Performance in Sachen Emotionen bei Filmen, Büchern u.ä. ist das vielleicht auch nicht sonderlich überraschend.. immerhin habe ich auch von anderen Quellen gehört, dass sie Tränen in den Augen hatten - ich bin also nicht allein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y11XTAh4V5Y&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y11XTAh4V5Y&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-7751899323908127095?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/7751899323908127095/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=7751899323908127095' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7751899323908127095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/7751899323908127095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/11/proud-to-be-democrat.html' title='Proud to be a democrat.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-1120048288897032316</id><published>2008-11-03T22:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:23:50.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Projekt eigene Wohnung Klappe die 2.</title><content type='html'>Es geht weiter.. immer noch nicht der aktuelle Stand! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQ9rxn_dS0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/z4K5ghk2tBI/s1600-h/250820081275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQ9rxn_dS0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/z4K5ghk2tBI/s200/250820081275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264544989712304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQ9rnyFEFqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jeLvhXETEQs/s1600-h/250820081274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQ9rnyFEFqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jeLvhXETEQs/s200/250820081274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264544820621481634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-1120048288897032316?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/1120048288897032316/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=1120048288897032316' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/1120048288897032316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/1120048288897032316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/11/projekt-eigene-wohnung-klappe-die-2.html' title='Projekt eigene Wohnung Klappe die 2.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQ9rxn_dS0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/z4K5ghk2tBI/s72-c/250820081275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-6340367402034370421</id><published>2008-10-29T12:08:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:29:57.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Projekt eigene Wohnung Klappe die 1.</title><content type='html'>Blder vom Anfang. Mittlerweile siehts natürlich schon ganz anders aus, aber eins nach dem anderen.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFqjhk5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CWrF9VP6JrM/s1600-h/110820081268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFqjhk5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CWrF9VP6JrM/s200/110820081268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532761975317906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFjPYuKjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6V9dXm561Rs/s1600-h/110820081267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFjPYuKjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6V9dXm561Rs/s200/110820081267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532636310383154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFOTmfrKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3sCuJzEBwrU/s1600-h/110820081263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFOTmfrKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3sCuJzEBwrU/s200/110820081263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532276664642722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhEsFQ7mgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/57khEM2Jd2o/s1600-h/110820081255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhEsFQ7mgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/57khEM2Jd2o/s200/110820081255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531688700549634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhEkJwNTFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4xDnXfY3Xpw/s1600-h/110820081253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhEkJwNTFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4xDnXfY3Xpw/s200/110820081253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531552466521170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFVBickBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-p8co0WMVzA/s1600-h/110820081265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFVBickBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-p8co0WMVzA/s200/110820081265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532392074907666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFdt2ALfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cZMT1HSw2kw/s1600-h/110820081266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFdt2ALfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cZMT1HSw2kw/s200/110820081266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532541407047154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFHpqNaaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/K7xcFhwvQAY/s1600-h/110820081262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFHpqNaaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/K7xcFhwvQAY/s200/110820081262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532162326718882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhE-voNd5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vCFbT1BZndI/s1600-h/110820081260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhE-voNd5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vCFbT1BZndI/s200/110820081260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532009310123922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhE3y1vnNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Me0IaydiJiE/s1600-h/110820081259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhE3y1vnNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Me0IaydiJiE/s200/110820081259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262531889913109714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-6340367402034370421?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/6340367402034370421/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=6340367402034370421' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/6340367402034370421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/6340367402034370421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/10/projekt-eigene-wohnung-klappe-die-1.html' title='Projekt eigene Wohnung Klappe die 1.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SQhFqjhk5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CWrF9VP6JrM/s72-c/110820081268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-386738578131419403</id><published>2008-08-29T16:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:22:21.618+02:00</updated><title type='text'>American Girl.</title><content type='html'>Nichts ist schöner als eine neue Wohnung einzurichten. Nagut, vielleicht nicht &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nichts&lt;/span&gt;, aber es ist trotzdem total toll. Ich besitze schon fast alle meine Möbel, die wichtigsten zumindest, bis auf ein Bett aber Betten werden sowieso total überbewertet... Ich werde mal demnächst Fotos reinstellen, wenn ich sie irgendwie von meinem schrottigen Handy auf den PC geholt habe... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Heute waren wir mal nach einer Küche gucken. Also Kühlschrank und Herd haben wir schon aber der Rest fehlt. Leider sind wir in den Second Hand Läden wo wir waren nicht wirklich fündig geworden, aber naja das wird schon noch. Etwas Farbe könnte die liebe Küche auch mal gut vertragen, ich könnte ja ein tolles Gemälde für den Platz über dem Tisch anfertigen, mal sehn. &lt;br /&gt;Ich habe ein wenig an der Sidebar rumgefummelt und noch ein bisschen was dazugefügt und bearbeitet und sooo. Fehlt nur noch irgend eine tolle Trenn-Grafik der einzelnen Abschnitte. Und ein neues Design wäre auch mal wieder fällig, aber ich finde das von meiner &lt;a href="http://www.mooof.de"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt; so toll, dass einfach nichts gut genug erscheint. &lt;br /&gt;Jetzt muss ich schnell Schluss machen, weil wir nach Winterberg düsen müssen. ^^ Bis dann xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-386738578131419403?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/386738578131419403/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=386738578131419403' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/386738578131419403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/386738578131419403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/08/american-girl.html' title='American Girl.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-8984337790356470856</id><published>2008-08-22T11:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:56:48.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane 2008.</title><content type='html'>Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_ycTTgynwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_ycTTgynwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-8984337790356470856?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/8984337790356470856/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=8984337790356470856' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/8984337790356470856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/8984337790356470856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurricane-2008.html' title='Hurricane 2008.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-367548495200626401</id><published>2008-08-07T00:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:50:46.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the great wide open.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SJoqsGJxnPI/AAAAAAAAACA/RUn_AJVhSGk/s1600-h/bla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 5px 5px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SJoqsGJxnPI/AAAAAAAAACA/RUn_AJVhSGk/s320/bla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231540854198476018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heute ist meine Geldbörse um einiges leichter geworden. Dafür bin ich jetzt aber auch um einiges glücklicher. Ich habe endlich die dunkelblaue Jeans, die ich schon so lange wollte und die seit Jahren herzensbegehrte olivgrüne Carhartt-Hose. Die tolle Bluse mit den 3/4-Ärmeln musste auch einfach drin sein, Blusen kann man nie genug haben. Jenny war so freundlich, mich bei meinem Kaufrausch zu begleiten und ihn am Eskalieren zu hindern. Danach haben wir noch eine kurze Spritztour zu meiner Wohnung gemacht. Da sollte ich ausserdem noch etwas für Carina ausmessen. Zollstock hatte ich natürlich nicht dabei. Aber was macht MacGyver aus einem Din A 4 Blatt Papier? &lt;br /&gt;Heute Abend waren Jenny, Imke und ich dann noch im Extrablatt. Die müssten uns mittlerweile eigentlich echt mit Namen kennen... &lt;br /&gt;Bei "Nothing else matters" auf der Gitarre bin ich auch weitergekommen, ich Musikgenie. Nicht mehr lange und aus Fasan wird Gitarrengott.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-367548495200626401?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/367548495200626401/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=367548495200626401' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/367548495200626401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/367548495200626401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/08/into-great-wide-open.html' title='Into the great wide open.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SJoqsGJxnPI/AAAAAAAAACA/RUn_AJVhSGk/s72-c/bla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-3953957697043497796</id><published>2008-08-03T17:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:43:45.661+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My journey.</title><content type='html'>Manchmal sagt dir Scrubs wirklich alles, was du wissen musst. Siehe Staffel 3, Folge 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QoRo35FsxU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QoRo35FsxU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-3953957697043497796?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3953957697043497796/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=3953957697043497796' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3953957697043497796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3953957697043497796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-journey.html' title='My journey.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-3462818078235866232</id><published>2008-08-03T13:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:26:05.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When I think about leaving.</title><content type='html'>Ich habe ein wundervolles neues Hintergrundbild und einen neuen Header. Der gefällt mir allerdings nicht sonderlich&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SJWZchUe1oI/AAAAAAAAABo/D8hIE1eeJ-M/s1600-h/desktop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SJWZchUe1oI/AAAAAAAAABo/D8hIE1eeJ-M/s320/desktop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230255257520363138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, doch er war der Beste von 3 auf immer eigene Art krüppeligen Versuchen. Ich werde ihn jetzt als Übergangslösung behalten, bis ich eine kreative Eingebung bekomme. Nach einem lustigen Tag gestern habe ich nun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sturmfrei&lt;/span&gt; und werde jetzt meine to-do-list abarbeiten und sehen was der Tag noch so bringt. Morgen bekomme ich endlich die Schlüssel für meine neue Wohnung, yeeha! Dann ist Ikea-Marathon-Möbel-Shopping angesagt. Mein neues Zimmer wird ganz toll. Oldschool-Style, black&amp;amp;white, mit ganz wenigen gelben Farbakzenten.  Was wir allerdings noch brauchen ist eine Küche...&lt;br /&gt;Ach ja und mein Hund ist verschollen, ich vermute er hat sich unsterblich in ein vorbeiziehendes Pudelmännchen verliebt und ist auf dem Weg nach California, um sich trauen zu lassen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-3462818078235866232?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3462818078235866232/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=3462818078235866232' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3462818078235866232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/3462818078235866232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-think-about-leaving.html' title='When I think about leaving.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SJWZchUe1oI/AAAAAAAAABo/D8hIE1eeJ-M/s72-c/desktop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891327456186412950.post-2158752797413247725</id><published>2008-08-02T01:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:24:58.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Find yourself.</title><content type='html'>So. Das ist also mein neuer Blog. Header kommt noch, und auch die Sidebar ist noch ausarbeitungswürdig aber das wird morgen gemacht, denn nun schreit meine Gitarre nach mir. Und einige Bücher, die ich seit Wochen nicht schaffe zu Ende zu lesen. Aber jetzt habe ich ganz viel Zeit denn - Trommelwirbel - meine letzte Klausur ist geschrieben. Und war sogar ganz gut. Diese Scheiß-Egal-Einstellung, die sich die letzten Monate eingeschlichen hat, muss bis nächstes Semester unbedingt abgeschafft werden. Einer meiner vielen Vorsätze.. genau wie "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordnung halten in der neuen Wohnung&lt;/span&gt;".  Das wird aber durchgezogen, jawoll!&lt;br /&gt;Gut also ich wünsche euch noch einen angenehmen, zur Abwechslung mal sogar erträglich kühlen Abend. Tolles Wetter für einen Abendspaziergang mit mp3-Player und schwulem Sabbermaul von Hund.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/891327456186412950-2158752797413247725?l=live-those-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2158752797413247725/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=891327456186412950&amp;postID=2158752797413247725' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2158752797413247725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/891327456186412950/posts/default/2158752797413247725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-those-songs.blogspot.com/2008/08/find-yourself.html' title='Find yourself.'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09408517431903605431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AUsnBaG6gLg/SI7ewpgFGVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ne19AUTEtUs/S220/bla+Kopie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
