tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80891230044099189712024-03-05T07:49:22.570+01:00Nobody said it would be easy.if you knew i would die tomorrow, would you change?Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-65034428680844384352011-02-04T14:45:00.000+01:002011-02-04T14:45:41.985+01:00*<i>ANNOYING SHITS TO DO ON AN ELEVATOR.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>1) CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"</i><br />
<i>2) STAND silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off.</i><br />
<i>3) WHEN arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.</i><br />
<i>4) GREET everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.</i><br />
<i>5) MEOW occasionally.</i><br />
<i>6) STARE At another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly</i><br />
<i>7) SAY -DING at each floor.</i><br />
<i>8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.</i><br />
<i>9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.</i><br />
<i>10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."</i><br />
<i>11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"</i><br />
<i>12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.</i><br />
<i>13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."</i><br />
<i>14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.</i><br />
<i>15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.</i><br />
<i>16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.</i><br />
<i>17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, How's your day been?"</i><br />
<i>18) DROP a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream: "That's mine!"</i><br />
<i>19) BRING a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.</i><br />
<i>20) PRETEND you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.</i><br />
<i>21) SWAT at flies that don't exist.</i><br />
<i>22) CALL out "Group hug" then enforce it</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-2483603423568801362011-01-09T16:13:00.002+01:002011-01-09T16:14:03.394+01:00*<i>I'm a train wreck in the morning</i><br />
<i>I'm a bitch in the afternoon</i><br />
<i>Every now and then without warning</i><br />
<i>I can be really mean towards you</i><br />
<i>I'm a puzzle yes indeed</i><br />
<i>Ever complex in every way</i><br />
<i>And all the pieces aren't even in the box</i><br />
<i>And yet, you see the picture clear as day</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1nYrVqHzJw"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Beyoncé - Flaws And All</span></a></i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-1916875436306591082011-01-09T16:08:00.001+01:002011-01-09T16:08:40.553+01:00*<i>A lie is still a lie, regardless of the reason behind it. You can say you did it for a good cause but the point is, you still did it.</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-3465291255918319522011-01-09T14:56:00.001+01:002011-01-09T14:56:49.909+01:00*<i>you're taking me up so high</i><br />
<i>you make me wanna touch the sky</i><br />
<i>and you know its all about you and i </i><br />
<i>so are you ready to fly with me </i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-15770503951729504612011-01-01T17:24:00.002+01:002011-01-01T17:24:57.605+01:00*<i>When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, </i><br />
<i>show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.</i><br />
<div><br />
</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-71041439717147352252011-01-01T17:21:00.000+01:002011-01-01T17:21:25.890+01:00*<i>You suck.</i><br />
<i>I rock.</i><br />
<i>End of story.</i><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUFNg9bqZ-l6XIAX9xOLCkBc4MezAAJ_vKiTW2bKYLI6jW30wEJnTEhsG62LGIL7LwWOkmGAAcKsxYSKUC_UiuYvpQirdTHOsiC_2mIhUAc0JXcxdiiVagCH7v-noNQNV-XMboaIIRYX1/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUFNg9bqZ-l6XIAX9xOLCkBc4MezAAJ_vKiTW2bKYLI6jW30wEJnTEhsG62LGIL7LwWOkmGAAcKsxYSKUC_UiuYvpQirdTHOsiC_2mIhUAc0JXcxdiiVagCH7v-noNQNV-XMboaIIRYX1/s200/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-8208725011893314232011-01-01T17:13:00.002+01:002011-01-01T17:13:42.670+01:00*<i>Mirror, mirror, on the wall. </i><br />
<i>Catch me now before I fall.</i><br />
<i>I wish, I may, I wish, I might. </i><br />
<i>Find the Answer, here tonight.</i><br />
<i>When the whole world's turnin left. </i><br />
<i>It's when I'm going right.</i><br />
<i>I need someone to let me be, </i><br />
<i>Just who I am inside.</i><br />
<div><br />
</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-34084500852135770102011-01-01T17:03:00.001+01:002011-01-01T17:03:43.867+01:00*<i>There's only</i><br />
<i>1 thing</i><br />
<i>2 do</i><br />
<i>3 words</i><br />
<i>4 you</i><br />
<i>I love you!</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-81552820615041436592011-01-01T17:02:00.002+01:002011-01-01T17:02:56.183+01:00*<i>Keep smiling, keep shining</i><br />
<i>Knowing you can always count on me, for sure</i><br />
<i>That's what friends are for</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-49089669667507898222011-01-01T17:00:00.001+01:002011-01-01T17:00:22.540+01:00*<i>Good love is on the way</i><br />
<i>I'll be lonely but I know I'll be okay</i><br />
<i>Good love is on the way</i><br />
<div><br />
</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-15062088285105664572011-01-01T16:59:00.000+01:002011-01-01T16:59:06.358+01:00*<i>when you kiss me, </i><br />
<i>new year's in my heart.</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-16752619158077667622011-01-01T16:55:00.001+01:002011-01-01T16:55:01.041+01:00*<i>If we fight like a married couple, </i><br />
<i>talk like best friends, </i><br />
<i>flirt like first love, </i><br />
<i>protect each other like brother and sister, </i><br />
<i>then we are meant to be..</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-42819513590456556742011-01-01T16:53:00.003+01:002011-01-01T16:54:33.683+01:002011Gelukkig nieuwjaar,<br />
<div>maak 'r een goed jaar van !</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfKP6E_mlTzcq3IU0FE-jeLmrGT0kyiEsz3neVIoBCgZnuUPMVIA81sFQ9Cy_t7ciVYnFNUXOMEN4fThMDuAljSPXgdGDnvEQU1pLRG3l4Kxo71LyQ-0qRpBV6MM8to3REQZ_sM1PQ_IH/s1600/1198208201_5_xwqP.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="87" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfKP6E_mlTzcq3IU0FE-jeLmrGT0kyiEsz3neVIoBCgZnuUPMVIA81sFQ9Cy_t7ciVYnFNUXOMEN4fThMDuAljSPXgdGDnvEQU1pLRG3l4Kxo71LyQ-0qRpBV6MM8to3REQZ_sM1PQ_IH/s200/1198208201_5_xwqP.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-88959762244034780672011-01-01T16:52:00.001+01:002011-01-01T16:52:49.125+01:00*<i>I can tell that you're tired of being lonely </i><br />
<i>Take my hand don't let go, baby, hold me </i><br />
<i>Come to me and let me be your one and only</i><br />
<i>Cause I can make it alright till the morning.</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-55471321175379195282010-12-29T20:15:00.001+01:002010-12-29T20:16:51.351+01:00*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><i>Baby you're my everything you're all i ever wanted.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 6.26929px; line-height: 15px;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKEQLyBvVXs"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Drake - Best I Ever Had</span></a></span>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-34618909069680921052010-12-27T01:19:00.001+01:002010-12-27T01:19:12.164+01:00*<i>Ben je down? </i><br />
<i>Ik maak je high. </i><br />
<i>Zo'n gevoel van: </i><br />
<i>I believe i can fly.</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-3473577312377259022010-12-25T23:17:00.001+01:002010-12-25T23:17:43.656+01:00*<i>The world is a book and those who don't travel read only one page.</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-86072709341974592352010-12-25T23:15:00.001+01:002010-12-25T23:15:41.285+01:00*<i>So I put on my make-up, put a smile on my face and if anyone asks me everything is fine.</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-32791900870315328862010-12-25T23:13:00.000+01:002010-12-25T23:13:18.510+01:00*<i>It's <b>my</b> kingdom.</i><br />
<i>And there's nothing you can do 'bout it!</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-32430234903923016712010-12-22T11:53:00.000+01:002010-12-22T11:53:28.175+01:00the difference between friends and best friends *<i>FRIENDS: Will comfort you when he rejects you. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Will go up and ask him, “It’s because you’re gay, isn’t it?” </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Will call him up and whisper, “you will die in Seven days…” (Note, if you don’t understand this, watch The Ring. Then watch The Ring 2. Then watch Ringu.) </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Help you find your prince. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, “Run, fucker, run!” </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail again </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying “DAMN!” we messed up! </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Help themselves and are the reason why you have no food. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, “My bad…here’s a tissue.” </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story… </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd’s ass that left you </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you’ve had enough. </i><br />
<i>BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say “Girl drink the rest of that ! You know we don’t waste!</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-22289718942058437492010-12-21T23:07:00.002+01:002010-12-21T23:07:22.231+01:00*<i>Forward I'm heavy, backward I'm not. What am I?</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-2391123041119407682010-12-21T23:05:00.003+01:002010-12-21T23:06:42.936+01:00*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1e1e1e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><i><3</i></span></span>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-12401530844862536402010-12-21T22:37:00.002+01:002010-12-21T22:37:24.366+01:00*<i>Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don't give up the fight. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Bob Marley</span></i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-68319145211321357752010-12-21T22:31:00.001+01:002010-12-21T22:31:43.077+01:00*<i>i thought you'd always be mine.</i><br />
<i>you made my heart pound.</i><br />
<i>and now it's over.</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8089123004409918971.post-2214454474316506362010-12-21T22:17:00.000+01:002010-12-21T22:17:03.553+01:00*<i>One day someone will walk into your life </i><br />
<i>and make you see why it never worked out with anyone else</i>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446345870988785470noreply@blogger.com0