<?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-18415571</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:50:27.343+01:00</updated><category term='twix bounty mars'/><category term='bounty twix'/><category term='hague vacation'/><category term='google panoramio sacrifice'/><title type='text'>twix's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Serge Leinweber blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-3096788060839892230</id><published>2009-11-21T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:11:12.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly died (Sun, Jul 29, 2007 at 6:50 AM)</title><content type='html'>So, it's sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mentally prepared to die though I hope I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've already said on one of the videos I won't have any regret about my life if I'm killed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to be sure of is that at least I will stay in your memories if I'm dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suicidal, on the contrary, I'm scared to lose my puny life today or any coming days in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;Lucy know a part of it and I know all of it and I filmed 30% of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat, girls:&lt;br /&gt;1. Esteban gave me a punch in the face!!! It was not a good punch from the boxer's point of you, but I wasn't prepared to be punched in the face and I don't like violence. I still feel the pain on my hips from the Etienne Monin (Estaban)  slaps. My arm hurts too. Etienne was drunk after having party with the group of Swiss folks and one Australian (James) (from 27 07 2007). He agressed me physically and psychologically for nearly 3 hours starting from 1.30 am (you can watch video of this). He didn't respect any rules and abused me in every possible way including occasionally touching my genitals with his pal, hand, knee and feet. And as you may have already guessed it hurts a bit when somebody puts their knee accidentally on man's scrotum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Unfortunately for him, I don't need to be the strongest man in the world to bring him back to Earth and show how people are vulnerable when their body starts feeling a much superior and angry punches. I've got friends that will kill anyone if I only wish. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, Vyacheslav is a hate machine as well as Alexey. Keep in mind that I'm merciful at the moment and soft. I would like to remain merciful but beware my wrath is unmerciful. I hope you 2 understand that. I hope that you, Mimi, understand it too. We're not playing or just making a project. It's not a game. And I'm NOT playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After only 2 minutes at Maxim's place I heard wild cries. People's stupidity played an important role. &lt;br /&gt;1. E. don't know what the real world is. He abuses my patience and eventually I lose control over my Afghan veterans friends. &lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired I will finish this later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-3096788060839892230?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3096788060839892230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=3096788060839892230' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3096788060839892230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3096788060839892230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/nearly-died-sun-jul-29-2007-at-650-am.html' title='Nearly died (Sun, Jul 29, 2007 at 6:50 AM)'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-4650532823908729270</id><published>2009-11-21T14:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:05:12.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mon ex avant le 11/08/2007 Fri, Jul 27, 2007 at 10:44 AM</title><content type='html'>J'ai décidé de t'écrire cette lettre parce que c'est, peut-être, la seule façon d'adresser la parole aux gens qui n'ont pas de temps de parler, comme tu me l'as dit il y a quelques jours. Tu peux la lire, cette lettre, tu peux la garder pour la relire, tu peux, bien sûr, l'ignorer complètement et de la renvoyer dans la poubelle. Ce n'est plus mon problème.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;En plus tu peux la montrer à qui tu veux, ça ne me dérange pas du tout, sauf s'il y a des fautes de grammaire ou de syntaxe, en tout cas je ne vais pas la forwarder à nos amis parce que c'était à moi de prendre cette décision, et c'est à moi de la changer ou pas. Je ne veux pas me référencier aux autres pour y tenir, à cette décision. &lt;br /&gt;Je n'envisage plus de possibilité de venir te parler parce que je ne viendrai plus, sauf pour reprendre mes affaires. Parce que si t'as envie de refaire ta vie avec quelqu'un d'autre tu n'as pas à le faire chez nous, je veux dire à l'endroit qui est à moi aussi. Si tu ne l'as pas compris je te dis que t'as exagéré. &lt;br /&gt;Tes clés je les garde, vu que t'as les miennes, parce que comme ça si un de ces jour j'ai besoin de passer chez moi, je peux le faire à n'importe quel moment, quand j'en ai envie, et sans que tu t'arranges avec Esteban pour pouvoir me les faire passer. &lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas envie de continuer le rôle de ta maman, je t'ai dit assez clairement vendredi passé ce que je voulais. Je n'ai pas envie de m'occuper de toi et d'arranger ta vie quotidienne pour que toute ton attention aille vers une autre femme. Si, apparamment, nos aspirations se divergent, il n'y a plus de raisons de rester ensemble, même pour le faire semblant, ou sous le pretexte d'entraide. &lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux que me défendre, parce que en pensant que t'es maintenant libre et tu l'es vraiment, tu peux faire tout ce que tu veux avec ta vie, mais je me répète, t'as vraiment exagéré. Tu peux me reprocher une millième fois que je suis une égoïste et que je ne pense qu'à moi, mais ce que je veux, c'est tout simplement ne pas me détruire par cette situation, que s'est rendue très dure pour moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si je me trompe et je dis des choses qui ne sont pas correctes par rapport à toi, tu n'as qu'à me le dire, surtout que c'est un des intérêts principaux de ton projet - de resoudre des problèmes de communication entre les gens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me dis que je t'ai trahi en tant qu'ami, ce n'est pas du tout vrai, je n'ai pas tout simplement envie de sponsoriser tes relations amoureuses qui se passent chez nous à la maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis venue en Belgique parce que je t'aimé et parce que tu m'aimais aussi. C'est pas très intelligent de me reprocher que t'as investi en moi sans raison, comme si je ne t'ai jamais retourné tes services et comme si j'ai toujours payé avec du mal pour ton bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si t'as envie qu'on en discute encore une fois, je me tiens à toute ta dispostion, mais ça va se passer entre nous deux et sans d'autres gens, ça ne les concerne pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'avais pas de raison de reprocher à Marc et Sabrina non plus qu'ils t'ont laché. Ils restent toujours tes amis et ils ne vont jamais te refuser leur aide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce qu'ils on fait pour moi hier, c'était bien gentil de leur part, parce que je m'imaginais pas trop comment j'allais dormir chez nous. C'est tout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-4650532823908729270?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4650532823908729270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=4650532823908729270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4650532823908729270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4650532823908729270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/mon-ex-avant-le-11082007-fri-jul-27.html' title='mon ex avant le 11/08/2007 Fri, Jul 27, 2007 at 10:44 AM'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-4861133620236626986</id><published>2009-11-21T14:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:28:47.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Apr 8, 2007 at 12:07 AM</title><content type='html'>J'ai bien reçu ton courriel.   C'est vrai que ça fait un choc ; je comprends ta déception et ta réaction.  Et si à un moment donné tu ressens de la colère, ce serait parfaitement naturel.  D'ailleurs, dans toute situation difficile et douloureuse, on peut passer par plusieurs étapes successives, chacune avec ses émotions propres.  De mon côté, à la vue d'un couple d'amis qui se déchire, c'est beaucoup de tristesse que je ressens.  Néanmoins, je ne peux m'empêcher de conserver un peu d'espoir.  C'est dans ma nature face à ce genre de situation (puisqu'il n'y a ni oppression, ni violence). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ce qui concerne ce qui apparaît comme la raison principale de ton courriel, à savoir rendre une décision publique afin de ne plus pouvoir faire marche arrière, tu fais cependant fausse route.  Tu as en effet, heureusement ou malheureusement, choisi des amis qui, au cas où tu changerais d'avis, ne te considéreraient pas du tout comme stupide, que ce soit dans la situation qui nous occupe ou dans une autre.  (J'ai consulté Sabrina, elle est d'accord.)  Il y a d'ailleurs dans la langue française, et nul doute dans bien d'autres, un proverbe qui dit : "Seuls les imbéciles ne changent jamais d'avis."  A bon entendeur, salut. Sache que si tu changes d'avis,  tout comme si tu n'en changes pas, ce sont surtout les raisons qui sous-tendent ce changement ou cette stabilité qui comptent à nos yeux, pas le changement ou la stabilité en soi.  Tu seras d'accord sans doute pour dire qu'il y a des moments dans la vie où ne pas changer d'avis représente en fait la plus stupide des attitudes possibles. On peut certes faire marche arrière en faisant semblant, comme tu y fais allusion, mais on peut le faire aussi en toute connaissance de cause, et ce n'est pas moins honorable. Tu voulais t'emprisonner dans ta décision ?  Désolé, Serge, ne compte pas sur nous : tu es libre !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore un mot concernant ton email.  En quoi consiste exactement ta décision ?  Quelle faute a précisément commise Ludmilla ?  Dans quelles circonstances cela s'est-il produit ?   Rien dans l'email ne permet de répondre à ces questions pourtant essentielles.   Par contre, on y lit des choses incompréhensibles, des allusions non expliquées, telles que "moi, the filthy pig" et "your dirty emails".  C'est un email qui parle aux personnes qui savent.   Les autres, dont je fais partie, sont censés deviner, lire entre les lignes.  Quelle est la valeur d'un engagement à ne pas revenir en arrière qui se fonde sur des bases aussi floues ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur le fond de la question, à savoir : où sont les torts ?, votre couple a-t-il un avenir ?, etc., je ne peux naturellement pas me prononcer (ce que tu ne me demandes d'ailleurs pas de faire), puisqu'il faudrait au moins que j'entende d'abord ta version ainsi que celle de Ludmila.  Cela ne suffirait d'ailleurs pas.  Or, pour le moment, je ne dispose que du compte-rendu de la visite de Sabrina.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant, si je puis me permettre une réflexion, je dirais ceci : il est peut-être effectivement temps pour toi et Ludmila de vous séparer.  Personne n'est indispensable à personne ; on peut toujours se remettre d'une déception amoureuse et surmonter une rupture, même si ça laisse immanquablement des traces indélébiles au fond de nous.  Si tu sais dans ta tête et si tu sens dans ton coeur que l'heure a sonné de faire tes valises et de t'en aller construire ta vie ailleurs, autrement et, un jour, avec une autre compagne, alors vas-y.  Courage et bonne chance, Serge.  Ne regarde pas en arrière.  Chacun se doit de s'occuper avant tout de sa propre vie, de son propre avenir.  Notre estime et notre amitié te resteront acquises.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais si tel n'est pas le cas, si tu découvres, par exemple, que tu es divisé sur la question et qu'il y a des voix, même minoritaires, qui s'élèvent en toi pour t'exhorter à explorer les possibilités de rebâtir votre couple, peut-être sur d'autres bases, alors tu peux compter sur nous pour t'aider, pour vous aider, dans la mesure où vous l'estimez utile, à démêler l'écheveau des malentendus, des non-dits, des sous-entendus, etc. qui ont mené à la situation actuelle et à tenter d'entrevoir la possibilité de tracer un chemin sur lequel vous puissiez avancer ensemble.  Pour faire un couple, il faut de l'amour, mais je crois que ça ne suffit pas.  Un autre ingrédient me semble absolument indispensable et malheureusement trop souvent négligé : c'est la volonté et la capacité de faire des compromis, de négocier, en d'autres mots, un mécanisme de résolution de problèmes.  Il n'y a pas de couples sans problèmes, ni donc sans dialogue.  (Un couple qui ne communique pas, c'est juste deux personnes qui ont leur nom sur la sonnette.)   Les problèmes commencent dès que deux personnes se mettent en couple.  C'est l'une des raisons pour lesquelles il vaut mieux ne pas se marier : on oublie moins facilement qu'une relation, c'est comme une petite plante : ça demande des soins, de l'eau, du soleil, un peu de Mozart, des mots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, même si la question est entendue et que ta décision est effectivement prise (il faut néanmoins du temps avant de pouvoir s'en assurer), ne vaut-il pas mieux s'en aller en ayant éclairci ce qui peut l'être et ce qui doit l'être, afin d'être sûr de ne pas se tromper et afin de ne pas avoir de regrets par la suite ?  Le jeu en vaut certainement la chandelle : deux personnes souffrent et vont continuer à souffrir pendant un certain temps.  Ce ne doit pas être en vain, ce doit être sur la base d'un constat : votre présent ne vaut pas la peine d'être vécu, ni qu'on se batte pour lui, et vous n'avez pas d'avenir non plus.  J'ignore depuis combien de temps vous êtes ensemble, mais mieux vaut donc s'en assurer, ne trouves-tu pas ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà, Serge, mon ami, l'essentiel de ma réaction à la lecture de ton courriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu'il arrive, et malgré les difficultés actuelles, je vous souhaite à tous deux d'être heureux, si possible ensemble, sinon, séparément. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-4861133620236626986?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4861133620236626986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=4861133620236626986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4861133620236626986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4861133620236626986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/sun-apr-8-2007-at-1207-am.html' title='Sun, Apr 8, 2007 at 12:07 AM'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-6662447489476686529</id><published>2009-11-21T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:10:19.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>twix vs magda (9/28/07)</title><content type='html'>[10:14:59 AM] Serge Leinweber says: salut, magda&lt;br /&gt;[10:15:04 AM] Serge Leinweber says: comment ca va?&lt;br /&gt;[10:15:37 AM] Serge Leinweber says: Jak się masz?&lt;br /&gt;[10:15:55 AM] Serge Leinweber says: Jak leci?&lt;br /&gt;[10:17:52 AM] Magda et Alan says: o! tu parles polonais?&lt;br /&gt;[10:18:17 AM] Magda et Alan says: je vais bien, merci...  et toi?&lt;br /&gt;[10:20:16 AM] Serge Leinweber says: dobzhe&lt;br /&gt;[10:21:25 AM] Serge Leinweber says: t'es oqp?&lt;br /&gt;[10:21:58 AM] Magda et Alan says: un peu&lt;br /&gt;[10:22:25 AM] Serge Leinweber says: ok&lt;br /&gt;[10:22:29 AM] Serge Leinweber says: comme tjr koi&lt;br /&gt;[10:22:36 AM] Magda et Alan says: mais racontes qu'est-ce que tu&lt;br /&gt;deviens ? de quoi t'occupes tu?&lt;br /&gt;[10:22:38 AM] Serge Leinweber says: pas de temps pour moi, hehe&lt;br /&gt;[10:22:52 AM] Serge Leinweber says: ben, je me repose&lt;br /&gt;[10:23:02 AM] Serge Leinweber says: les vacances sont arrivées pour&lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;br /&gt;[10:23:12 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je travail plus aucun jour de ma&lt;br /&gt;vie&lt;br /&gt;[10:23:13 AM] Serge Leinweber says: :)&lt;br /&gt;[10:23:14 AM] Magda et Alan says: bien, c'est du lux ca! ;)&lt;br /&gt;[10:23:20 AM] Serge Leinweber says: yep&lt;br /&gt;[10:23:23 AM] Serge Leinweber says: (blush)&lt;br /&gt;[10:24:00 AM] Magda et Alan says: je voulais te remercier d'etre venu&lt;br /&gt;a notre fete de mariage&lt;br /&gt;[10:24:08 AM] Magda et Alan says: c'est sympa&lt;br /&gt;[10:24:28 AM] Serge Leinweber says: de rien&lt;br /&gt;[10:24:36 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je voulais rester&lt;br /&gt;[10:24:46 AM] Serge Leinweber says: mais y avait bcp trop de monde&lt;br /&gt;[10:24:52 AM] Serge Leinweber says: et j'étais fatigué&lt;br /&gt;[10:24:53 AM] Magda et Alan says: alors, si tu ne travailles pas, de&lt;br /&gt;quoi t'occupes tu pendant tes vaccances?&lt;br /&gt;[10:25:04 AM] Serge Leinweber says: de moi meme et ma femme&lt;br /&gt;[10:25:06 AM] Serge Leinweber says: :)&lt;br /&gt;[10:25:21 AM] Magda et Alan says: o! t'as une femme?&lt;br /&gt;[10:25:25 AM] Serge Leinweber says: yep&lt;br /&gt;[10:25:29 AM] Serge Leinweber says: sophie&lt;br /&gt;[10:25:56 AM] Magda et Alan says: ca fait longtemps que vous vous&lt;br /&gt;connaissez?&lt;br /&gt;[10:26:14 AM] Serge Leinweber says: depuis le 16/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;[10:26:22 AM] Serge Leinweber says: petet 17&lt;br /&gt;[10:26:27 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je sais plus exactement&lt;br /&gt;[10:26:57 AM] Magda et Alan says: pas si longtemps quoi...  c'est&lt;br /&gt;genial de trouver qq a son gout !&lt;br /&gt;[10:27:06 AM] Serge Leinweber says: et ben oui&lt;br /&gt;[10:27:25 AM] Serge Leinweber says: quelqun à qui je peux parler ca&lt;br /&gt;fait du bien&lt;br /&gt;[10:27:38 AM] Magda et Alan says: exact&lt;br /&gt;[10:27:39 AM] Serge Leinweber says: quelqun qui te comprend à 95% :)&lt;br /&gt;[10:27:51 AM] Serge Leinweber says: les 5% vont venir&lt;br /&gt;[10:28:01 AM] Magda et Alan says: hi hi&lt;br /&gt;[10:28:09 AM] Serge Leinweber says: avec Lucy ont ete déphasé&lt;br /&gt;[10:28:21 AM] Magda et Alan says: il faut laisser aussi un peu de&lt;br /&gt;mystere....&lt;br /&gt;[10:28:32 AM] Serge Leinweber says: y aura de mystère&lt;br /&gt;[10:28:32 AM] Magda et Alan says: oui, je sais que vous n'etes plus&lt;br /&gt;ensemble&lt;br /&gt;[10:28:36 AM] Serge Leinweber says: et pas de pitié&lt;br /&gt;[10:28:43 AM] Serge Leinweber says: yep&lt;br /&gt;[10:29:00 AM] Magda et Alan says: pourquoi tu parles de pitie?&lt;br /&gt;[10:29:10 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je t'ecris parce que je sais que&lt;br /&gt;t'as accès à internet de temps en temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et vu que tu ne veux plus me voir, ni me parler, je me dis que peut-&lt;br /&gt;être ce que je voudrais te dire va passer par écrit. Si ça ne passe&lt;br /&gt;pas, alors c'est comme ça.&lt;br /&gt;je ne comprends pas pourquoi tu m'en veux tellement,&lt;br /&gt;pourquoi en dressant le bilan de nos relations tu n'en a sorti que du&lt;br /&gt;mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatole n'était que la suite de nos relations pourries, pas la cause&lt;br /&gt;pour les faire pourrir, t'aimes bien toi-même souligner le fait que ça&lt;br /&gt;n'allait pas depuis déjà deux ans, alors pourquoi on restait toujours&lt;br /&gt;ensemble, pourquoi MOI NI TOI n'avions pas eu le courage d'en finir&lt;br /&gt;plus tôt?&lt;br /&gt;un jour je t'ai demandé s'il n'y avait pas eu d'Anatole, t'aurais pu&lt;br /&gt;toujours continuer avec moi, et t'as dit OUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je sais que ça t'a causé beaucoup de douleur, je ne l'ai pas fait dans&lt;br /&gt;un élan de bonheur non plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand j'ai vu tout l'intérêt que t'as porté vers Myriam, qui est&lt;br /&gt;d'après tes propres paroles est ton destin malgré ce qu'elle t'a&lt;br /&gt;écrit, c'était le déclencheur pour moi pour mettre fin à nos&lt;br /&gt;relations, c'était logique que tu puisse un jour revendiquer ta&lt;br /&gt;liberté et ton choix d'aimer en sachant que je t'ai trompé. Pour moi&lt;br /&gt;c'était VRAIMENT fini entre nous, comme tu me l'as dit en avril. Et&lt;br /&gt;finir, ça veut dire qu'on ne se voit plus, qu'on ne s'occupe pas l'un&lt;br /&gt;de l'autre, qu'on ne vit plus ensemble, qu'on ne fait plus l'amour. Si&lt;br /&gt;je voulais rester avec toi après ce que c'est passé avec Anatole,&lt;br /&gt;c'est parce que je voulais être avec toi, et que j'étais toujours&lt;br /&gt;amoureuse de toi. Et toi, pourquoi tu voulais rester avec moi, pas&lt;br /&gt;seulement pour ne pas me quitter comme ça, peut-être aussi, parce que&lt;br /&gt;j'étais ta maman et t'avais du mal de te détacher de moi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne t'ai jamais mis dehors, c'est Paule qui a pris la décision (bien&lt;br /&gt;avant que je lui ai raconté ce qui se passait réellement entre nous)&lt;br /&gt;de te demander de lui rendre les clefs, parce qu'elle n'en pouvait&lt;br /&gt;plus de ce qui se passait en bas et elle nous a parlé 2 ou 3 fois&lt;br /&gt;avant qu'elle a récupéré tes clefs en mettant accent sur le fait qu'il&lt;br /&gt;fallait regler le problème de logement. La première fois qu'elle l'a&lt;br /&gt;dit c'était la fin de mois de juillet, ton projet restait ta priorité.&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que c'était un shock pour toi de te retrouver dans la rue d'un&lt;br /&gt;coup, comme ça, mais après ce que tu m'a fait j'ai eu très peur de toi&lt;br /&gt;pour rester avec toi même pendant 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te suis très reconnaissante pour toute ton aide durant ces années,&lt;br /&gt;mais quand tu parles de tes investissements des miliers d'euros (je ne&lt;br /&gt;le conteste pas) je voudrais te rappler qu'on était un couple, on&lt;br /&gt;vivait ENSEMBLE, et si je n'ai pas investi dans nos relations des&lt;br /&gt;trésors financiers j'y ai mis tout ce que je pouvais d'humain et&lt;br /&gt;d'amour aussi, même si hier t'as dit devant Mme Vynck que je n'ai&lt;br /&gt;jamais compris ce que c'était l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;[10:29:21 AM] Magda et Alan says: o! c'est quoi ca?&lt;br /&gt;[10:29:25 AM] Serge Leinweber says: parce que j'ai pas de pitié pour&lt;br /&gt;des puttes comme Lucy&lt;br /&gt;[10:33:45 AM] Magda et Alan says: tu es tres injuste Sergiej, tres&lt;br /&gt;tres injuste! et je trouve ca degeulasse de me devoiler votre&lt;br /&gt;correspondance intime, ce sont des choses qui doivent rester entre&lt;br /&gt;vous, Ludmila, a ecrit cette lettre pour toi, pas pour moi, et je ne&lt;br /&gt;comprends pas pourquoi tu me l'envoies, peut etre parce que tu veux&lt;br /&gt;sousciter la pitie pour toi en moi.... Sergiej, il est temps de&lt;br /&gt;devenir adulte, alors arrete de jouer avec les sentiments des gens&lt;br /&gt;comme un ecolier de primaire !&lt;br /&gt;[10:34:28 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je ne fais que jouer avec vos&lt;br /&gt;sentiments&lt;br /&gt;[10:34:43 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'en avais marre que tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;s'en foutais des miens&lt;br /&gt;[10:34:46 AM] Serge Leinweber says: voilà&lt;br /&gt;[10:34:50 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je suis méchant&lt;br /&gt;[10:35:38 AM] Magda et Alan says: je m'en fous ce que tu ressens pour&lt;br /&gt;Ludmila, mais n'oublie pas que c'est une de mes meiulleures amis, et&lt;br /&gt;je sais tres bien comment c'est quelqu'un d'admirable....&lt;br /&gt;[10:35:55 AM] Magda et Alan says: ca a foire entre vous&lt;br /&gt;[10:36:06 AM] Magda et Alan says: mais c'est la faute a vous deux&lt;br /&gt;[10:36:11 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui, ca a foiré chez elle&lt;br /&gt;[10:36:11 AM] Magda et Alan says: pas seulement a elle&lt;br /&gt;[10:36:14 AM] Serge Leinweber says: pas chez moi&lt;br /&gt;[10:36:37 AM] Serge Leinweber says: essai de faire la meme chose à&lt;br /&gt;Alan&lt;br /&gt;[10:36:50 AM] Serge Leinweber says: on verra ses sentiments à ce&lt;br /&gt;moment-là&lt;br /&gt;[10:37:14 AM] Magda et Alan says: tu as quand meme un grand role dans&lt;br /&gt;cet echec Sergiej, arrete de te mentir&lt;br /&gt;[10:37:29 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui, je me suis trompé de la fille&lt;br /&gt;[10:37:31 AM] Magda et Alan says: ca n'a rien a voir&lt;br /&gt;[10:37:49 AM] Serge Leinweber says: Lucy a oublié de te dire que je&lt;br /&gt;voulais pas qu'il restait en Belgique en 2002&lt;br /&gt;[10:38:11 AM] Serge Leinweber says: qu'elle restait  en Belgique en&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;[10:38:46 AM] Serge Leinweber says: elle t'as oublié de dire que moi&lt;br /&gt;je dormais dans la rue en hiver en 2000&lt;br /&gt;[10:38:51 AM] Magda et Alan says: Sergiej, c'est votre histoire, je&lt;br /&gt;n'ai pas envie de discuter des detailles, parce que cela ne me&lt;br /&gt;concerne pas&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:02 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui, ferme les yeux&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:04 AM] Magda et Alan says: chacun a ses echecs dans la vie&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:05 AM] Serge Leinweber says: ca aide&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:18 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui, une putte reste une putte&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:20 AM] Magda et Alan says: il faut accepter que personne n'est&lt;br /&gt;un ideal&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:23 AM] Serge Leinweber says: un fou reste un fou&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:29 AM] Magda et Alan says: on n'est que des humains&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:37 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'ai accepté ca en premier&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:43 AM] Serge Leinweber says: d'accord&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:50 AM] Magda et Alan says: il faut savoir pardonner, et surtout&lt;br /&gt;savoir reconnaitre ses conneries&lt;br /&gt;[10:39:50 AM] Serge Leinweber says: c'est pour ca qu'elle vit tjr&lt;br /&gt;[10:40:06 AM] Serge Leinweber says: elle a pas demandé pardon pour&lt;br /&gt;commencer&lt;br /&gt;[10:40:32 AM] Serge Leinweber says: comment je peux pardonner une&lt;br /&gt;personne qui ne demande pas pardon???&lt;br /&gt;[10:41:02 AM] Magda et Alan says: Sergiej, arrete de me racconter vos&lt;br /&gt;histoires, je n'ai pas envie d'en parler, parce que cela ne va rien&lt;br /&gt;apporter de bien ni a toi ni a Ludmila, ni a moi&lt;br /&gt;[10:41:42 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je me sens très bien quand je fais&lt;br /&gt;chier à tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;[10:41:47 AM] Serge Leinweber says: vous avez des vices&lt;br /&gt;[10:41:55 AM] Serge Leinweber says: il faut vous les montrer&lt;br /&gt;[10:42:04 AM] Serge Leinweber says: vous avez peur de la vérité&lt;br /&gt;[10:42:10 AM] Magda et Alan says: j'ai seulement impression que tu&lt;br /&gt;cherches a trouver les personnes qui ont le meme avis que toi sur ce&lt;br /&gt;sujet, mais malhuereusement moi , j'ai mon avis, independant, et&lt;br /&gt;exterieur&lt;br /&gt;[10:42:14 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'ai peur de rien&lt;br /&gt;[10:42:41 AM] Magda et Alan says: toi justement Sergiej, tu a peur&lt;br /&gt;d'avouer que tu as foire avec Ludmila&lt;br /&gt;[10:42:48 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui, ferme tes yeux kan il fait&lt;br /&gt;jour et dis à toi qu'il fait la nuit&lt;br /&gt;[10:42:58 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'ai pas foiré&lt;br /&gt;[10:43:05 AM] Serge Leinweber says: il faut comprendre ca&lt;br /&gt;[10:43:12 AM] Magda et Alan says: n'importe&lt;br /&gt;[10:43:14 AM] Serge Leinweber says: elle a déclencher tout&lt;br /&gt;[10:43:18 AM] Serge Leinweber says: voilà&lt;br /&gt;[10:43:30 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je comprend que vous etes ami&lt;br /&gt;[10:43:46 AM] Serge Leinweber says: mais ca ne change pas la realite&lt;br /&gt;[10:44:00 AM] Serge Leinweber says: elle a du talent&lt;br /&gt;[10:44:14 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'espère qu'un jour elle reviendra&lt;br /&gt;demander pardon chez moi&lt;br /&gt;[10:44:25 AM] Magda et Alan says: ce n'est plus important , maintenent&lt;br /&gt;vous n'etes plus ensemble, et toi tu commences une autre histoire avec&lt;br /&gt;une autre personne, alors oublie Ludmila, et vie en paix&lt;br /&gt;[10:44:28 AM] Serge Leinweber says: enfin, je veux dire viendra&lt;br /&gt;[10:44:39 AM] Serge Leinweber says: tu rigole&lt;br /&gt;[10:44:57 AM] Serge Leinweber says: elle me faisait chier pendant des&lt;br /&gt;années&lt;br /&gt;[10:45:15 AM] Magda et Alan says: alors tanty mieux que vous n'etes&lt;br /&gt;pas ensemble, non?&lt;br /&gt;[10:45:21 AM] Serge Leinweber says: et tu me demande d'oublié la&lt;br /&gt;personne qui a profiter de ma jeunesse et mes connaissance sans dire&lt;br /&gt;merci&lt;br /&gt;[10:45:25 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui&lt;br /&gt;[10:45:39 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je me sens pas à l'aise avec elle&lt;br /&gt;[10:45:56 AM] Magda et Alan says: tu as autant profite de ce qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;faisiat pour toi, tu l'oublies tres facilement&lt;br /&gt;[10:45:57 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je la rappele  direct ces peches&lt;br /&gt;[10:46:08 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui, mais on est pas quitte&lt;br /&gt;[10:46:25 AM] Magda et Alan says: et tes peches a toi Sergiej? tu&lt;br /&gt;n'est pas ideal, non plus&lt;br /&gt;[10:46:25 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'aurais preferé etre seul dés le&lt;br /&gt;départ&lt;br /&gt;[10:46:35 AM] Serge Leinweber says: en l'an 2002&lt;br /&gt;[10:46:49 AM] Serge Leinweber says: demande à Lucy mon entousiasme en&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;[10:46:59 AM] Magda et Alan says: c'est le temps passe , tu ne sais&lt;br /&gt;rien changer, pense au futur!&lt;br /&gt;[10:47:07 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'avais des doutes à fond&lt;br /&gt;[10:47:21 AM] Serge Leinweber says: c'est le temps passe , tu ne sais&lt;br /&gt;rien changer, pense au futur!  bien dit&lt;br /&gt;[10:47:31 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je pense au futur mais je n'oublie&lt;br /&gt;pas mon pass&amp;é&lt;br /&gt;[10:47:49 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je peux pas oublié ma vie avant 13&lt;br /&gt;juillet&lt;br /&gt;[10:48:09 AM] Serge Leinweber says: t'as aucun droit de me demander&lt;br /&gt;d'oublier ma vie privé&lt;br /&gt;[10:48:24 AM] Serge Leinweber says: et j'ai tout les droits de&lt;br /&gt;rancontrer ma vie privé à tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;[10:48:25 AM] Magda et Alan says: il faut pas oublier ce qui s'est&lt;br /&gt;passe, mais il faut savoir s'eloigner, aller de l'avant et penser a&lt;br /&gt;toutes ses bonnes choses qui nous attendent&lt;br /&gt;[10:48:36 AM] Serge Leinweber says: effectivement&lt;br /&gt;[10:48:55 AM] Serge Leinweber says: Magda, tu ne sais pas me preter 50&lt;br /&gt;euros&lt;br /&gt;[10:48:57 AM] Serge Leinweber says: ?&lt;br /&gt;[10:49:06 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je pense à aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;[10:49:15 AM] Serge Leinweber says: on a pas assez pour l'essence&lt;br /&gt;[10:49:47 AM] Serge Leinweber says: on est riches dans le futur&lt;br /&gt;(sophie il l'est riche mnt mais la situation est tellement débile que&lt;br /&gt;tu va rien comprendre&lt;br /&gt;[10:49:59 AM] Magda et Alan says: et toi tu es toujours super&lt;br /&gt;concentre sur le passe, cela peux te detruire a la fin, il  ne faut&lt;br /&gt;pas que tu traines les pieds sur les histoires du passe....&lt;br /&gt;[10:50:05 AM] Serge Leinweber says: je te rembourserai 50 euros des&lt;br /&gt;que je le peux&lt;br /&gt;[10:50:33 AM] Magda et Alan says: ach, non, quand a l'argent ,&lt;br /&gt;desolee, je n'ai pas de boulot depuis quatre mois....&lt;br /&gt;[10:50:48 AM] Magda et Alan says: mon compte est vide&lt;br /&gt;[10:50:48 AM] Serge Leinweber says: voilà, tu vois, l'amitié&lt;br /&gt;[10:51:04 AM] Serge Leinweber says: n'oublie pas que je vais mettre&lt;br /&gt;tout ca sur le net&lt;br /&gt;[10:51:13 AM] Serge Leinweber says: j'ai eu mon histoire avec toi&lt;br /&gt;[10:51:29 AM] Magda et Alan says: quoi?&lt;br /&gt;[10:52:02 AM] Serge Leinweber says: 50 euros c'est une somme ridicule&lt;br /&gt;et tu n'est pas capable de la donner à quelqu'un qui a vraiment besoin&lt;br /&gt;de l'aide&lt;br /&gt;[10:52:09 AM] Serge Leinweber says: regarde toi dans le mirroir&lt;br /&gt;[10:52:13 AM] Magda et Alan says: tu me fais du chantage pour 50&lt;br /&gt;euros? tu fais vraiment pitie Sergiej !&lt;br /&gt;[10:52:33 AM] Serge Leinweber says: oui, t'as famille lira aussi cette&lt;br /&gt;conversation&lt;br /&gt;[10:52:34 AM] Serge Leinweber says: ;)&lt;br /&gt;[10:52:49 AM] Magda et Alan says: pas de probleme&lt;br /&gt;[10:52:55 AM] Serge Leinweber says: c'est du chantage, c'est le crie&lt;br /&gt;d'un déséspéré&lt;br /&gt;[10:53:05 AM] Serge Leinweber says: c'est PAS du chantage, c'est le&lt;br /&gt;crie d'un déséspéré&lt;br /&gt;[10:53:06 AM] Magda et Alan says: ce sont des conneries surtout&lt;br /&gt;[10:53:16 AM] Serge Leinweber says: de ta part surtout&lt;br /&gt;[10:53:19 AM] Serge Leinweber says: :^)&lt;br /&gt;[10:54:30 AM] Magda et Alan says: bon Sergiej, ne m'ecris plus, parce&lt;br /&gt;que j'ai vu que tout ce blabla, c'etait seulement pour me demander de&lt;br /&gt;l'argent, c'est triste&lt;br /&gt;[10:54:44 AM] Magda et Alan says: salut&lt;br /&gt;[10:54:55 AM] Serge Leinweber says: merci&lt;br /&gt;[10:55:08 AM] Serge Leinweber says: t'es très gentil quand quelq'un&lt;br /&gt;est dans la merde&lt;br /&gt;[10:55:26 AM] Magda et Alan says: je te souhaite du bonheur avec ta&lt;br /&gt;nouvelle copine Sophie....&lt;br /&gt;[10:55:33 AM] Magda et Alan says: au revoir&lt;br /&gt;[10:55:53 AM] Serge Leinweber says: Do widzenia&lt;br /&gt;[10:56:08 AM] Serge Leinweber says: merci pour le bonheur&lt;br /&gt;[10:56:16 AM] Serge Leinweber says: (F)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-6662447489476686529?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6662447489476686529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=6662447489476686529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6662447489476686529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6662447489476686529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/twix-vs-magda-92807.html' title='twix vs magda (9/28/07)'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-59381016377277007</id><published>2009-11-19T15:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:07:39.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond Roy</title><content type='html'>Admission sous contrainte&lt;br /&gt;Hospitalisation non volontaire dans le cadre de la Loi du 26/06/1990 relative à la protection de la personne des malades mentaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.laramee.be/Frames/Fondroy/FFrameSejour.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Psychiatre&lt;br /&gt;Chaque service est dirigé par un médecin psychiatre, chef de service, associé à des adjoints et des assistants en psychiatrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est le garant du séjour du patient dès son admission. En concertation avec une équipe pluridisciplinaire, son rôle sera de coordonner le séjour hospitalier de chaque patient à l'aide des meilleurs outils médicamenteux, diagnostiques et psycho-thérapeutiques actuels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il garantira aussi la prise en charge administrative du patient et de son entourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec l'équipe des psychologues, chaque chef de service assure une mission de recherche et d'enseignement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le CAT offre diverses possibilités aux patients qui seront développées en activité individuelle ou en groupe. Il accueille quotidiennement les patients de la clinique. L’équipe du CAT est pluridisciplinaire, elle regroupe des ergothérapeutes, des éducateurs, des artistes et des professeurs bénévoles ("Ecole à l'Hôpital", asbl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le CAT propose divers groupes et ateliers. (Des activités extra-muros sont également organisées).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’outil ou le thème du groupe est fonction des objectifs de travail. Ils sont mis en place pour répondre aux besoins des patients et pour en favoriser l’élaboration. Ces activités permettent à la personne de pouvoir s’exprimer par un autre biais que la parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces activiés se déroulent dans une aile spécifique de la clinique ou dans d'autres lieux (salons, cafétaria, salle de sport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemples d'ateliers :&lt;br /&gt;peinture, sculpture, musique, photos, informatique, cuisine, jardinage, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groupes à thèmes :&lt;br /&gt;"terre","découverte musicale", "groupe film-débat", "Affaire de femmes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animation : &lt;br /&gt;La cafétéria, exposition, projection de films, sortie extérieure, sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsable d'équipe:&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Quévy&lt;br /&gt;Equipe:&lt;br /&gt;J. Cornil, J. Biltgen, E. Gabilly, C. Schmidt. , F. Oussamgane, B. Zahédi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-59381016377277007?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.laramee.be/Frames/Fondroy/FFrameClinique.htm' title='Fond Roy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/59381016377277007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=59381016377277007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/59381016377277007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/59381016377277007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/fond-roy.html' title='Fond Roy'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-742802959985486314</id><published>2009-11-17T22:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:22:46.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ahmed vs twix</title><content type='html'>Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ازيك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وحشنى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;انت فين&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مفيش شرموطه&lt;br /&gt;23:07Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;23:17Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اana kwajis. enta ma fish sharmutta?&lt;br /&gt;23:18Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ااه فى شرموطه&lt;br /&gt;23:18Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ana f sharm mougood&lt;br /&gt;23:18Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;انت فى شرم ولا لا&lt;br /&gt;23:19Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ana f sharm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-742802959985486314?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/742802959985486314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=742802959985486314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/742802959985486314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/742802959985486314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahmed-vs-twix.html' title='ahmed vs twix'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-5316359083232078563</id><published>2009-11-17T22:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:16:01.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dolci vs twix</title><content type='html'>Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u polyakov sprosi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya tol'ko na chetvert' polyak&lt;br /&gt;22:26Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;у меня нет знакомых поляв.. и ты сам сказал что они сами не знают!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;я знаю что ты на четверть поляк, русский, еврей и немец!!!&lt;br /&gt;22:30Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;я написала!!&lt;br /&gt;22:33Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu da&lt;br /&gt;22:34Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;шо, лоханулась, да!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;22:34Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da net&lt;br /&gt;22:34Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;это мне поляки объяснили так...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;пиш свои комменты теперь.. народ успокаивать!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;представляешь они все начнут читать.. ну кто русский понимает!!!&lt;br /&gt;22:37Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;вот мои рейтинги вниз пойдут.. хотя они и так особо не повышались!!!:))))))&lt;br /&gt;22:39Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da net. pochemu zhe? i kakoj rating?&lt;br /&gt;22:40Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;а я не знаю.. никакого, наверное!!!&lt;br /&gt;22:40Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu vat i vse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;est' tolko gruppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty v shokoladnoj :)))&lt;br /&gt;22:47Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Все, что-то я похоже палку перегибаю со своей болтовней... у меня истерика!!:)))))) Серж!!!!&lt;br /&gt;22:48Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ну вот.. пожинаю первые плоды.. коммент Тани!!! мне уже стыдно!&lt;br /&gt;22:49Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;privykaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto zhe veselo pozhinat' chto poseyash&lt;br /&gt;22:49Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;к чему?&lt;br /&gt;22:49Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne znayu&lt;br /&gt;22:49Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ага... а что народ подумает!!! в шоке будет!!!&lt;br /&gt;22:53Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;и что ты вспомнил, интересно?&lt;br /&gt;22:53Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zabyl&lt;br /&gt;22:53Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;причем здесь прошлое!!! чего-то я не понимаю.. ладно!!!&lt;br /&gt;22:54Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya tozhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well whatever nevemind&lt;br /&gt;22:54Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иииии.. что последнее значит?&lt;br /&gt;22:55Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oublie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget&lt;br /&gt;22:56Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevemind - ??? не знаю переведи плииииз!!!&lt;br /&gt;22:57Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.abbyyonline.ru/translate.aspx?LingvoAction=translate&amp;Ln=1&amp;words=nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use your internet and your brain&lt;br /&gt;22:58Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;бе-бе-бе!!! мой переводчик гугловский не знал этого слова!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;у меня нет мозгов!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;я же наполовину блондинка!!!!&lt;br /&gt;23:02Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kak eto na polovimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;23:02Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;крашеная!&lt;br /&gt;23:03Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu znachit prizadumajsya&lt;br /&gt;23:03Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ага!! вот так!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;буду стараться, товарищ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;23:03Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da kak to tak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spasibo shokoladnyj karad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamarad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i zdes lomaetsya processor&lt;br /&gt;23:04Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;пожалуйста!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;нет, он просто в шоке!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;порцессор&lt;br /&gt;23:05Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da net prosto nakurilsya i ty menya veselish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-azing svalil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prishel mango&lt;br /&gt;23:06Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;понятно!!! Так ты накурился!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;а я нет... и мне весело.. пойду чайку заварю.. себе!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-5316359083232078563?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5316359083232078563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=5316359083232078563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5316359083232078563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5316359083232078563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/dolci-vs-twix.html' title='dolci vs twix'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-7492705869436720559</id><published>2009-11-17T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:46:08.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>log: twix vs joykat</title><content type='html'>Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca me rappele la serie LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est-a-dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cad=c'est-a-dire&lt;br /&gt;18:49Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donc tu pense qu'y a pas d'autre gens qui ne sont pas membre de ce club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cad les autres gens c personne&lt;br /&gt;18:51Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non je les batise avec des chocolat pour ne pas les oublier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c tout&lt;br /&gt;18:52Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batiser?&lt;br /&gt;18:52Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baptiser&lt;br /&gt;18:52Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nommer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu fais des fautes((( c ta langue meternelle oh lala&lt;br /&gt;18:52Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;крестить&lt;br /&gt;18:52Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maternelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai deja pige&lt;br /&gt;18:53Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tant mieux, insh allah&lt;br /&gt;18:53Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoi merde?&lt;br /&gt;18:55Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insha allah, deus vult, dieu le veut&lt;br /&gt;18:55Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrte ca sip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je parle av MR Cruncher&lt;br /&gt;18:58Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas de soucis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je reste en ligne&lt;br /&gt;18:58Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je parle pas trop&lt;br /&gt;18:59Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dac&lt;br /&gt;18:59Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;av lui&lt;br /&gt;19:07Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;19:07Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wussup?&lt;br /&gt;19:08Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu pense quoi?&lt;br /&gt;19:08Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koi de 9?&lt;br /&gt;19:08Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je v p-e aller a l'ile de maurice&lt;br /&gt;19:08Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour koi faire?&lt;br /&gt;19:09Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travailler&lt;br /&gt;19:09Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quand ca?&lt;br /&gt;19:09Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je sais pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c pas sur?&lt;br /&gt;19:10Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu me pose une question ou koi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a toi de voir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parce que t'es le maitre de ta propre vie&lt;br /&gt;19:13Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non&lt;br /&gt;19:13Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pkoi t l'es pas alors?&lt;br /&gt;19:14Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai mis ? by mistake&lt;br /&gt;19:14Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dsl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je matte tes photos :)))&lt;br /&gt;19:15Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de qui?&lt;br /&gt;19:16Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de toi&lt;br /&gt;19:17Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu pense quoi de mon retour?&lt;br /&gt;19:20Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et tu t en pense koi?&lt;br /&gt;19:20Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai pose la question la premiere&lt;br /&gt;19:22Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dac&lt;br /&gt;19:22Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoi dac? reponds vite))&lt;br /&gt;19:22Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t n avais pas le choix&lt;br /&gt;19:23Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kak je vibor est vsegda???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merci pr commentaire que je suis pas moche&lt;br /&gt;19:25Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amuse toi un peu avec ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ve got the choice. everybody has but some think that he have though they dont&lt;br /&gt;19:27Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'as fume?&lt;br /&gt;19:28Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je fume souvent mais pas bcp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca me calme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 taffs et je suis trankil pour 3-4 heures&lt;br /&gt;19:28Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elle est si moche(((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je me suis attendu a une autre fille&lt;br /&gt;19:29Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je le sais mnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je m en foutais avant, et je m en fous mnt.&lt;br /&gt;19:30Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais quand meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tres ugly((((&lt;br /&gt;19:31Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le rapport de la police est moche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ct1 fille avec une ame noire :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Traitre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bof, c po grave&lt;br /&gt;19:33Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serge, je sais pas ce que tu as eprouve a cause de cela mais tu dois changer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comme tu dis toi-meme dans le video&lt;br /&gt;19:34Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben je me suis change bcp&lt;br /&gt;19:35Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pk t'as menti a propos de ton avis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avirsaure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;19:35Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu me vois pas dans les videos.&lt;br /&gt;19:35Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'es change en mal&lt;br /&gt;19:36Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et ben oui je suis devenu trop mechant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A y man enta fain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops pardon. c pas pour toi&lt;br /&gt;19:37Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ton anniversaire est 15.04.1980?&lt;br /&gt;19:37Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trompe de la fenetre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y a 3 dates differente&lt;br /&gt;19:38Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment ca?&lt;br /&gt;19:38Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entreautre 15 avril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainsi&lt;br /&gt;19:38Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c quoi tte cette histoire?&lt;br /&gt;19:38Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et ben oui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu commence a poser de bonnes questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;une histoire trop compliquee&lt;br /&gt;19:38Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoi oui??? que veux-tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que veux-tu devenir????/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explique mieux&lt;br /&gt;19:39Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis devenu ce que je suis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis un survivant si tu le savais pas&lt;br /&gt;19:40Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alors je veux pas parler av toi apres que t'as fume...&lt;br /&gt;19:41Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai oublier de te dire que j'ai deux grands defauts; la naiveté et le fait d'avoir de la difficulté a dire NON!&lt;br /&gt;19:41Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non a qui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais t'as dit tjs non a moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas remarque?&lt;br /&gt;19:42Serge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ricky is hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ll do something on his facebook. we ll talk later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-7492705869436720559?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7492705869436720559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=7492705869436720559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7492705869436720559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7492705869436720559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/log-twix-vs-joykat.html' title='log: twix vs joykat'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-7914228097203835674</id><published>2009-11-12T16:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:08:57.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruncher constructs a new site for travellers</title><content type='html'>Небольшая дискуссия о кораллах Шарме и Иордании на прошлой неделе освежила в памяти историю о посещении Петры (Иордания) из Шарм эль Шейха. Как источник свежей информации история никуда не годится (было это в 1997 году), но может быть рассмотрена как иллюстрация к нравам и обычаям народов Ближнего Востока. Тут, я полагаю, поменялось не очень много. Итак:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Поездка из Шарм эль Шейха в Петру, или как я 12 часов числился евреем.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Желание посетить Петру поселилось в мозгу лет пятнадцать назад при прочтении захватывающей книги К. Можейко (тот самый Кир Булычев) «7 и 37 чудес». Я до сих пор «перелистываю» страницы этой книги своими поездками, но пока освоил только половину.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Разглядывая карту Ближнего Востока с целью определения наиболее подходящего способа попасть в южную часть Иордании, я обнаружил несомненное географическое соседство этих мест и Синайского полуострова с Шармом на самом хвостике. Возможность совместить экскурсионный процесс с отдыхом на море была заманчива, и вопрос был исследован глубже. К моей радости выяснилось, что Америки я не открыл. Некоторые тур фирмы предлагали такую экскурсию, как дело само сомой разумеющееся и рутинное. В Шарме до этого я тоже не был, хотя Египет облазил основательно. Решение было принято быстро, и через пару недель я уже сидел в номере одной из гостиниц Наома Бей обдумывая план нападения на местных турагентов с целью попадания в Петру. Прошу учесть, что в то время мой план был не совсем тривиален для простого русского туриста.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Русскоговорящие» агенты довольно быстро показали свою полную несостоятельность. Только один из них выразил вялую готовность что-нибудь организовать в этом плане, но самолетом и по такому задумчивому маршруту, что желание общаться пропало. Еще раз посмотрев на красочные буклеты с рекламами нужной экскурсии (я взял из Москвы штук пять в разных компаниях), я отправил все это дело в корзину и приступил к атаке на местные турфирмы.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Довольно быстро я выяснил следующее. Во-первых, такая поездка проводится обычно один раз в неделю — две, когда со всего Шарма удается насобирать человек тридцать — сорок желающих. Во-вторых, все желающие обычно итальянцы, и экскурсия идет на итальянском языке. В-третьих, меня с удовольствием к ним присоединят. Бедный менеджер! Он не подозревал, какие проблемы может создать один русский сорока итальянцам. Я, правда, тоже не подозревал.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Итак, я заверил менеджера, что претензий по поводу незнания итальянского не будет, выдал ему требуемую сумму денег, и мы ударили по рукам. Он угостил меня пивом, а я его виски по поводу первого русского, который отправляется в Петру через его турфирму.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Три дня спустя звон будильника в четыре утра возвестил о начале путешествия. Через двадцать минут, войдя в автобус, я бодро поприветствовал сорок сонных итальянцев и устроился на одном из мест. Итальянцы сперва галдели, но потом угомонились, и все стали досматривать сны, прерванные таким ранним подъемом. Я же обнаружил по соседству немку, которая неплохо говорила по-английски и находилась в подавленном настроении от огромного количества окружавших италоговорящих. Мы немного пообщались, пришли к мысли, что в мире существуют не только итальянцы, и успокоенные этим выводом, тоже задремали.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Через два — три часа мы прибыли в порт, где должны были пересесть на паром, соединяющий берега великого Египта и не менее великой Иордании таким хитрым способом минуя Израильскую территорию. Портовый гид был сама любезность. Собрал у всех паспорта, раздал сух паек (которым мы тут же подкрепились), и попросил немного подождать. Через разумный промежуток времени он появился с кипой наших паспортов. Мой красный молоткастый (тогда еще СССР) выгодно отличался по цвету от итальянских зеленок. Поэтому я получил его первым. При этом гид громогласно объявил о моем несомненном приоритете над итальянцами в вопросе раздачи паспортов и назвал меня VIP персоной. Он, конечно, шутил, но половина не проснувшихся еще итальянцев долго пялила на меня глаза. Они не понимали английского и не рассмотрели, что за паспорт у меня в руках. Наполненный гордостью за родную страну, я проследовал на паром и нагло занял лучшее на мой взгляд место. VIP так VIP, нет проблем.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Паром был быстроходным катамараном с гордым названием Турбо Кошка. Что-то напоминающее нашу речную «ракету». Рядом грузился настоящий паром под панамским флагом — огромное корыто, в чрево которого заезжали автопоезда. Гид объяснил, что наша Кошка будет идти около часа, тогда как паром тащится часа четыре. И именно поэтому для наших экскурсий всегда используется Кошка. Удовлетворившись разницей в скорости в нашу пользу, все опять устроились дремать в широких кожаных креслах.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Прибытие на землю Иордании состоялось по графику. В пути наблюдали огни Израиля и поражались, насколько у них все на этом Ближнем Востоке рядом. Нас встретил очередной автобус для дальнейшего передвижения. До Петры оставалось еще часа два — три по суше. Местный гид (назову его Нибалем, точно имя не помню, но что-то созвучное) выгодно отличался от египетских коллег. Лет сорока, сухопарый, одет по-европейски «а ля сафари». Арабскую принадлежность выдавали только бесконечная уверенность в величии родной страны и постоянное желание играться брелком с красным лучиком лазера, который он попеременно направлял на итальянцев. Его итальянский был великолепен. Его вступительная речь, перед посадкой в автобус, наполнила сердца итальянцев уверенностью в том, что они обязательно увидят сегодня Петру, в чем уже начало появляться сомнение, в связи с длительным путешествием.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Обнадеженные итальянцы полезли в автобус, а я подошел к Нибалю и объяснил свою сущность. Смысл моей просьбы был прост. Не мог бы Нибаль, в связи с моим непониманием итальянского, специально для меня повторять технические моменты нашего передвижения (куда идем, где и когда встречаемся и т.п.) по-английски. Это нужно, чтобы я не заблудился. Большего от Нибаля я не стал требовать, так как не хуже его знал историю Петры и в постоянном нудении над ухом не нуждался. Нибаль осведомился о моей национальности (на неплохом английском) и, услышав ответ, округлил глаза. Потом попросил у меня паспорт и тупо изучал его некоторое время. Очнувшись, сказал что для суточного въезда мне виза не нужна (это я и без него знал), любезно предложил присоединить меня в Петре к англоязычной группе (я вежливо отказался, не люблю нудных гидов) и поинтересовался целью моего посещения Иордании. Сдерживая смех, я объяснил, что цель — увидеть Петру. И возможно еще пообедать, согласно программе. Нибаль понимающе хмыкнул, подтвердил мои обеденные планы, и мы , сдав паспорта таможенному офицеру, поехали.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В автобусе Нибаль включился в громкоговорящую сеть и начал что-то вещать по-итальянски. Я же поздравил себя с возможностью поспать не оскорбляя чувств гида и отключился под его бухтение. Никогда не думал, что итальянский в больших количествах действует как снотворное. Вернул меня к действительности подсевший ко мне Нибаль. Очевидно, покончив с итальянцами, он возжелал приобщить и меня к истории Иордании от потопа до тогда здравствующего короля Хуссейна. Вас когда-нибудь будил англоговорящий иорданец? Да еще такой ценной информацией, как численность населения Иордании и историями арабо — израильских воин? Не знаю, как итальянцы, а я в школе учился, но сплавить Нибаля обратно к водителю мне не удалось. Он явно желал общаться. Поэтому довольно быстро мы перешли на следующий метод общения. Нибаль излагал свою тему приглушенным голосом (теперь уже спали итальянцы), а я, не напрягаясь отделять его речь от шума мотора, кивал головой и, примерно раз в десять минут, говорил «YES», чтобы показать заинтересованность. В этом режиме мы общались около получаса, пока удовлетворенный Нибаль не отбыл на свое место. Вскоре мы приехали в Петру.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В Петре Нибаль некоторое время отнекивался, не желая очертить временные рамки экскурсии. Честно говоря, я хотел просто бросить его и итальянцев. И, осмотрев Петру самостоятельно, выйти к назначенному времени в назначенное место. Нибаль же явно хотел держать меня в поле зрения и не сознавался. Однако, минут через двадцать, он выболтал интересующие меня моменты итальянцам (несколько человек тоже хотели побродить самостоятельно). Итальянцы рассказали мне, и я оставил Нибаля в окружении италотуристов, предварительно сообщив ему свои планы. Нибаль смирился.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Оставшееся время я наслаждался скальными дворцами и фотографировал. Это тема для отдельного рассказа, поэтому пропускаю несколько часов, проведенных без моего друга Нибаля.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Встретились мы снова в ближайшей гостинице, где по плану мы обедали (скорее это был ужин) и расслаблялись перед обратной дорогой. Я уже приканчивал десерт, когда Нибаль подсел ко мне за стол. Поболтав о жизни, о своем образовании, о (как водится) друге в России, и так далее, Нибаль осведомился, как мне понравилась Петра — древняя родина моих предков. Я сказал, что Петра — это очень интересно, и поинтересовался каким образом она вдруг оказалась родиной моих предков. Я уже собирался поиздеваться над его образованием, коль он считает, что русичи добрались до Петры. Или выбрались из нее.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Но ведь ты же еврей. А вы, евреи, считаете Петру городом Моисея и ездите сюда поклониться прародине...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Кто тебе сказал, что я еврей? Я русский. — усмехнулся я этому недоразумению.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Как русский?! Что ты такое говоришь?! ТЫ сказал что еврей!!! — вдруг завопил Нибаль на повышенных тонах, неожиданно занервничав.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Я сказал ??? Когда?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— В автобусе!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Когда в автобусе?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Когда я рассказывал тебе о великой Иордании!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я недоуменно взирал на Нибаля. Потом дошло. Пока я дремал и сонно бормотал свое «YES», этот умник «тонко» выведал у меня истинную цель посещения Иордании, задавая наводящие вопросы, которые я не слышал. Тоже, дипломат фигов, нашел о чем спрашивать сонного человека. Услышав мои объяснения, Нибаль вдруг вскочил, отбежал в сторону и начал названивать по мобильному, что-то эмоционально объясняя по-арабски. Я доел десерт.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Истинную причину его волнения я обнаружил только в порту, когда офицер раздал нам паспорта. К этому моменту Нибаль уже передал нас на руки очередному портовому гиду, а сам благоразумно смылся. На первой странице моего паспорта (старого образца, не ламинированный), прямо между фотографией и информацией о выдаче стоял жирный штамп «Прибытие в королевство Иордания», частично залезающий на мою физиономию. Второй такой же штамп стоял на одной из предназначенных для этого страниц, а рядом, соответственно, «убытие из королевства Иордания». Кстати, виз Израиля у меня в паспорте не было. Придя в полный восторг, я ознакомил окружающих итальянцев с методами борьбы великого Иорданского народа с не менее великим народом Израиля. Пострадал невинный!!! Итальянцы воспользовались возможностью устроить бучу и заступиться за обиженного русского друга. Последующие полчаса мы материли офицера как минимум на трех языках. Как я догадываюсь, штамп «убытие» не красовался на первой странице только потому, что я вовремя раскрыл за десертом свою истинную сущность.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Развлекшись, мы обратили внимание на отсутствие Турбо Кошки. На коротком допросе портовый гид признался, что Кошки нет и не будет. На логичный вопрос, почему, он встал в позицию номер три, сделал трагичный жест в сторону идеально спокойного ночного моря в легкой дымке дневных испарений и изрек:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Вы посмотрите какой шторм на море, и туман непроглядный. Только большие корабли могут плавать в такую ужасную погоду.&lt;br /&gt;Насладившись произведенным эффектом, он продолжил.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Но мы работаем над этой проблемой. Вот этот быстроходный паром домчит вас до египетской земли всего за четыре часа!!! Вы поедете в каюте первого класса!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И он указал вглубь порта, где грузилось в обратную сторону виденное нами утром корыто с панамским флагом. Немая сцена, общий восторг, на часах около одиннадцати.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Каюта первого класса напоминала зал ожидания небольшого вокзала. Единственное преимущество перед Кошкой заключалось в возможности улечься на нескольких сидениях и уснуть. Перед прибытием у всех снова собрали паспорта. Потом всем вернули, кроме меня.&lt;br /&gt;— Вам нужна виза, так как Вы отсутствовали более суток.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Я отсутствовал более суток, так как Ваша Кошка не пришла. Вот и выкручивайтесь сами. Кроме того, русским визу ставят по прибытию.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Ну да, только это нужно согласовать, а все спят.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Это не мои проблемы.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Не могли бы Вы поехать в Шарм, а мы привезем Вам паспорт завтра?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Нет не могу.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Паспорт испорчен иорданским штампом, но я все еще его люблю. И расставаться с ним навсегда в мои планы не входит. Итальянцы начинают волноваться. Объясняю ситуацию. Они хоть и хотят спать, но становятся грудью на защиту русского друга опять. Излагают гиду что-то вроде «но пасаран» на итальянский манер и он сдается. И уходит согласовывать. Справился он быстро. Всего за два часа. Обалдевшие итальянцы в восторге кричат «ура». Я просматриваю паспорт на предмет посторонних штампов. Все в порядке. Гид гордится собой. Чтобы вынуть нужный визовый штамп из сейфа, пришлось ездить в город за начальником, будить его, везти к нам. Это действительно достижение для египетского гида.javascript:void(0)&lt;br /&gt;Publish Post Однако он мог бы все это предусмотреть, если бы прошлым утром не валял дурака по поводу моего паспорта, а просто включил мозги.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Довольные поездкой, мы прибываем в Шарм под утро. Гид вежливо просит меня больше не присоединяться к итальянским экскурсиям. Итальянцы спят. Я обещаю впредь присоединяться только к евреям. Гид не понимает. Все расходятся по гостиницам. Здорово съездили!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;А паспорт я поменял. Пограничники в Ш2 долго совещались, считать ли его действительным, но въехать дали. Но попросили не выезжать. Я спросил: «А в Израиль можно?». Но и они не поняли.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-7914228097203835674?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7914228097203835674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=7914228097203835674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7914228097203835674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7914228097203835674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/11/cruncher-cinstructs-new-site-for.html' title='Cruncher constructs a new site for travellers'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-4826976325294581409</id><published>2009-11-12T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:03:11.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruncher cinstructs a new site for his agency</title><content type='html'>Небольшая дискуссия о кораллах Шарме и Иордании на прошлой неделе освежила в памяти историю о посещении Петры (Иордания) из Шарм эль Шейха. Как источник свежей информации история никуда не годится (было это в 1997 году), но может быть рассмотрена как иллюстрация к нравам и обычаям народов Ближнего Востока. Тут, я полагаю, поменялось не очень много. Итак:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Поездка из Шарм эль Шейха в Петру, или как я 12 часов числился евреем.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Желание посетить Петру поселилось в мозгу лет пятнадцать назад при прочтении захватывающей книги К. Можейко (тот самый Кир Булычев) «7 и 37 чудес». Я до сих пор «перелистываю» страницы этой книги своими поездками, но пока освоил только половину.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Разглядывая карту Ближнего Востока с целью определения наиболее подходящего способа попасть в южную часть Иордании, я обнаружил несомненное географическое соседство этих мест и Синайского полуострова с Шармом на самом хвостике. Возможность совместить экскурсионный процесс с отдыхом на море была заманчива, и вопрос был исследован глубже. К моей радости выяснилось, что Америки я не открыл. Некоторые тур фирмы предлагали такую экскурсию, как дело само сомой разумеющееся и рутинное. В Шарме до этого я тоже не был, хотя Египет облазил основательно. Решение было принято быстро, и через пару недель я уже сидел в номере одной из гостиниц Наома Бей обдумывая план нападения на местных турагентов с целью попадания в Петру. Прошу учесть, что в то время мой план был не совсем тривиален для простого русского туриста.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Русскоговорящие» агенты довольно быстро показали свою полную несостоятельность. Только один из них выразил вялую готовность что-нибудь организовать в этом плане, но самолетом и по такому задумчивому маршруту, что желание общаться пропало. Еще раз посмотрев на красочные буклеты с рекламами нужной экскурсии (я взял из Москвы штук пять в разных компаниях), я отправил все это дело в корзину и приступил к атаке на местные турфирмы.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Довольно быстро я выяснил следующее. Во-первых, такая поездка проводится обычно один раз в неделю — две, когда со всего Шарма удается насобирать человек тридцать — сорок желающих. Во-вторых, все желающие обычно итальянцы, и экскурсия идет на итальянском языке. В-третьих, меня с удовольствием к ним присоединят. Бедный менеджер! Он не подозревал, какие проблемы может создать один русский сорока итальянцам. Я, правда, тоже не подозревал.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Итак, я заверил менеджера, что претензий по поводу незнания итальянского не будет, выдал ему требуемую сумму денег, и мы ударили по рукам. Он угостил меня пивом, а я его виски по поводу первого русского, который отправляется в Петру через его турфирму.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Три дня спустя звон будильника в четыре утра возвестил о начале путешествия. Через двадцать минут, войдя в автобус, я бодро поприветствовал сорок сонных итальянцев и устроился на одном из мест. Итальянцы сперва галдели, но потом угомонились, и все стали досматривать сны, прерванные таким ранним подъемом. Я же обнаружил по соседству немку, которая неплохо говорила по-английски и находилась в подавленном настроении от огромного количества окружавших италоговорящих. Мы немного пообщались, пришли к мысли, что в мире существуют не только итальянцы, и успокоенные этим выводом, тоже задремали.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Через два — три часа мы прибыли в порт, где должны были пересесть на паром, соединяющий берега великого Египта и не менее великой Иордании таким хитрым способом минуя Израильскую территорию. Портовый гид был сама любезность. Собрал у всех паспорта, раздал сух паек (которым мы тут же подкрепились), и попросил немного подождать. Через разумный промежуток времени он появился с кипой наших паспортов. Мой красный молоткастый (тогда еще СССР) выгодно отличался по цвету от итальянских зеленок. Поэтому я получил его первым. При этом гид громогласно объявил о моем несомненном приоритете над итальянцами в вопросе раздачи паспортов и назвал меня VIP персоной. Он, конечно, шутил, но половина не проснувшихся еще итальянцев долго пялила на меня глаза. Они не понимали английского и не рассмотрели, что за паспорт у меня в руках. Наполненный гордостью за родную страну, я проследовал на паром и нагло занял лучшее на мой взгляд место. VIP так VIP, нет проблем.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Паром был быстроходным катамараном с гордым названием Турбо Кошка. Что-то напоминающее нашу речную «ракету». Рядом грузился настоящий паром под панамским флагом — огромное корыто, в чрево которого заезжали автопоезда. Гид объяснил, что наша Кошка будет идти около часа, тогда как паром тащится часа четыре. И именно поэтому для наших экскурсий всегда используется Кошка. Удовлетворившись разницей в скорости в нашу пользу, все опять устроились дремать в широких кожаных креслах.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Прибытие на землю Иордании состоялось по графику. В пути наблюдали огни Израиля и поражались, насколько у них все на этом Ближнем Востоке рядом. Нас встретил очередной автобус для дальнейшего передвижения. До Петры оставалось еще часа два — три по суше. Местный гид (назову его Нибалем, точно имя не помню, но что-то созвучное) выгодно отличался от египетских коллег. Лет сорока, сухопарый, одет по-европейски «а ля сафари». Арабскую принадлежность выдавали только бесконечная уверенность в величии родной страны и постоянное желание играться брелком с красным лучиком лазера, который он попеременно направлял на итальянцев. Его итальянский был великолепен. Его вступительная речь, перед посадкой в автобус, наполнила сердца итальянцев уверенностью в том, что они обязательно увидят сегодня Петру, в чем уже начало появляться сомнение, в связи с длительным путешествием.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Обнадеженные итальянцы полезли в автобус, а я подошел к Нибалю и объяснил свою сущность. Смысл моей просьбы был прост. Не мог бы Нибаль, в связи с моим непониманием итальянского, специально для меня повторять технические моменты нашего передвижения (куда идем, где и когда встречаемся и т.п.) по-английски. Это нужно, чтобы я не заблудился. Большего от Нибаля я не стал требовать, так как не хуже его знал историю Петры и в постоянном нудении над ухом не нуждался. Нибаль осведомился о моей национальности (на неплохом английском) и, услышав ответ, округлил глаза. Потом попросил у меня паспорт и тупо изучал его некоторое время. Очнувшись, сказал что для суточного въезда мне виза не нужна (это я и без него знал), любезно предложил присоединить меня в Петре к англоязычной группе (я вежливо отказался, не люблю нудных гидов) и поинтересовался целью моего посещения Иордании. Сдерживая смех, я объяснил, что цель — увидеть Петру. И возможно еще пообедать, согласно программе. Нибаль понимающе хмыкнул, подтвердил мои обеденные планы, и мы , сдав паспорта таможенному офицеру, поехали.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В автобусе Нибаль включился в громкоговорящую сеть и начал что-то вещать по-итальянски. Я же поздравил себя с возможностью поспать не оскорбляя чувств гида и отключился под его бухтение. Никогда не думал, что итальянский в больших количествах действует как снотворное. Вернул меня к действительности подсевший ко мне Нибаль. Очевидно, покончив с итальянцами, он возжелал приобщить и меня к истории Иордании от потопа до тогда здравствующего короля Хуссейна. Вас когда-нибудь будил англоговорящий иорданец? Да еще такой ценной информацией, как численность населения Иордании и историями арабо — израильских воин? Не знаю, как итальянцы, а я в школе учился, но сплавить Нибаля обратно к водителю мне не удалось. Он явно желал общаться. Поэтому довольно быстро мы перешли на следующий метод общения. Нибаль излагал свою тему приглушенным голосом (теперь уже спали итальянцы), а я, не напрягаясь отделять его речь от шума мотора, кивал головой и, примерно раз в десять минут, говорил «YES», чтобы показать заинтересованность. В этом режиме мы общались около получаса, пока удовлетворенный Нибаль не отбыл на свое место. Вскоре мы приехали в Петру.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;В Петре Нибаль некоторое время отнекивался, не желая очертить временные рамки экскурсии. Честно говоря, я хотел просто бросить его и итальянцев. И, осмотрев Петру самостоятельно, выйти к назначенному времени в назначенное место. Нибаль же явно хотел держать меня в поле зрения и не сознавался. Однако, минут через двадцать, он выболтал интересующие меня моменты итальянцам (несколько человек тоже хотели побродить самостоятельно). Итальянцы рассказали мне, и я оставил Нибаля в окружении италотуристов, предварительно сообщив ему свои планы. Нибаль смирился.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Оставшееся время я наслаждался скальными дворцами и фотографировал. Это тема для отдельного рассказа, поэтому пропускаю несколько часов, проведенных без моего друга Нибаля.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Встретились мы снова в ближайшей гостинице, где по плану мы обедали (скорее это был ужин) и расслаблялись перед обратной дорогой. Я уже приканчивал десерт, когда Нибаль подсел ко мне за стол. Поболтав о жизни, о своем образовании, о (как водится) друге в России, и так далее, Нибаль осведомился, как мне понравилась Петра — древняя родина моих предков. Я сказал, что Петра — это очень интересно, и поинтересовался каким образом она вдруг оказалась родиной моих предков. Я уже собирался поиздеваться над его образованием, коль он считает, что русичи добрались до Петры. Или выбрались из нее.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Но ведь ты же еврей. А вы, евреи, считаете Петру городом Моисея и ездите сюда поклониться прародине...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Кто тебе сказал, что я еврей? Я русский. — усмехнулся я этому недоразумению.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Как русский?! Что ты такое говоришь?! ТЫ сказал что еврей!!! — вдруг завопил Нибаль на повышенных тонах, неожиданно занервничав.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Я сказал ??? Когда?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— В автобусе!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Когда в автобусе?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Когда я рассказывал тебе о великой Иордании!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Я недоуменно взирал на Нибаля. Потом дошло. Пока я дремал и сонно бормотал свое «YES», этот умник «тонко» выведал у меня истинную цель посещения Иордании, задавая наводящие вопросы, которые я не слышал. Тоже, дипломат фигов, нашел о чем спрашивать сонного человека. Услышав мои объяснения, Нибаль вдруг вскочил, отбежал в сторону и начал названивать по мобильному, что-то эмоционально объясняя по-арабски. Я доел десерт.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Истинную причину его волнения я обнаружил только в порту, когда офицер раздал нам паспорта. К этому моменту Нибаль уже передал нас на руки очередному портовому гиду, а сам благоразумно смылся. На первой странице моего паспорта (старого образца, не ламинированный), прямо между фотографией и информацией о выдаче стоял жирный штамп «Прибытие в королевство Иордания», частично залезающий на мою физиономию. Второй такой же штамп стоял на одной из предназначенных для этого страниц, а рядом, соответственно, «убытие из королевства Иордания». Кстати, виз Израиля у меня в паспорте не было. Придя в полный восторг, я ознакомил окружающих итальянцев с методами борьбы великого Иорданского народа с не менее великим народом Израиля. Пострадал невинный!!! Итальянцы воспользовались возможностью устроить бучу и заступиться за обиженного русского друга. Последующие полчаса мы материли офицера как минимум на трех языках. Как я догадываюсь, штамп «убытие» не красовался на первой странице только потому, что я вовремя раскрыл за десертом свою истинную сущность.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Развлекшись, мы обратили внимание на отсутствие Турбо Кошки. На коротком допросе портовый гид признался, что Кошки нет и не будет. На логичный вопрос, почему, он встал в позицию номер три, сделал трагичный жест в сторону идеально спокойного ночного моря в легкой дымке дневных испарений и изрек:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Вы посмотрите какой шторм на море, и туман непроглядный. Только большие корабли могут плавать в такую ужасную погоду.&lt;br /&gt;Насладившись произведенным эффектом, он продолжил.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Но мы работаем над этой проблемой. Вот этот быстроходный паром домчит вас до египетской земли всего за четыре часа!!! Вы поедете в каюте первого класса!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И он указал вглубь порта, где грузилось в обратную сторону виденное нами утром корыто с панамским флагом. Немая сцена, общий восторг, на часах около одиннадцати.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Каюта первого класса напоминала зал ожидания небольшого вокзала. Единственное преимущество перед Кошкой заключалось в возможности улечься на нескольких сидениях и уснуть. Перед прибытием у всех снова собрали паспорта. Потом всем вернули, кроме меня.&lt;br /&gt;— Вам нужна виза, так как Вы отсутствовали более суток.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Я отсутствовал более суток, так как Ваша Кошка не пришла. Вот и выкручивайтесь сами. Кроме того, русским визу ставят по прибытию.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Ну да, только это нужно согласовать, а все спят.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Это не мои проблемы.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Не могли бы Вы поехать в Шарм, а мы привезем Вам паспорт завтра?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Нет не могу.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Паспорт испорчен иорданским штампом, но я все еще его люблю. И расставаться с ним навсегда в мои планы не входит. Итальянцы начинают волноваться. Объясняю ситуацию. Они хоть и хотят спать, но становятся грудью на защиту русского друга опять. Излагают гиду что-то вроде «но пасаран» на итальянский манер и он сдается. И уходит согласовывать. Справился он быстро. Всего за два часа. Обалдевшие итальянцы в восторге кричат «ура». Я просматриваю паспорт на предмет посторонних штампов. Все в порядке. Гид гордится собой. Чтобы вынуть нужный визовый штамп из сейфа, пришлось ездить в город за начальником, будить его, везти к нам. Это действительно достижение для египетского гида. Однако он мог бы все это предусмотреть, если бы прошлым утром не валял дурака по поводу моего паспорта, а просто включил мозги.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Довольные поездкой, мы прибываем в Шарм под утро. Гид вежливо просит меня больше не присоединяться к итальянским экскурсиям. Итальянцы спят. Я обещаю впредь присоединяться только к евреям. Гид не понимает. Все расходятся по гостиницам. Здорово съездили!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;А паспорт я поменял. Пограничники в Ш2 долго совещались, считать ли его действительным, но въехать дали. Но попросили не выезжать. Я спросил: «А в Израиль можно?». 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twix</title><content type='html'>Sondos Maz נוֹרָא אֵל נוֹרָא נֶאֱזָר בִּגְבוּרָה שׁוּב אֵלַי מַלְכִּי&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 18:14 · Comment · Like / Unlike&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Maltbywow its like you have a new word for every thing...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 18:27Karim Adelakhs 3ala elly gabooky&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 18:32Sondos Mazlmfao wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 18:33Glenn Maltbylike i said...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 18:34Sondos Mazhaha.. if u say so lol&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 18:35Karim Adelisnt this hebrew or is my FB tripping?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 19:33Serge Paul Leinweberyou're not. it is hebrew :P&lt;br /&gt;14 hours ago · DeleteSondos Mazyep, hebrew !&lt;br /&gt;13 hours agoGlenn Maltbyhow about we call it shebrew&lt;br /&gt;13 hours agoSerge Paul Leinweberit doesnt matter how you personally call the hebrew language. it could have been ironically shebrew. anyways it s ivrit. jews say ivrit and that s i. ask sondoz for translation. sondos isnt it dangerous to write in hebrew on the facebook?&lt;br /&gt;13 hours ago · DeleteKarim Adelnah its not...lol...no one here is against hebrew talkers IM against zionists who hate arabs..racism is racism and genocide is genocide..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah what does it say sondos?&lt;br /&gt;13 hours agoSondos Mazi say drink up, light up a joint, and everybody chill.. its part of a song by a jewish band called orphaned land that i love.. so chilllllaxxxx yall lol&lt;br /&gt;12 hours ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-5515057279398338241?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=513763847&amp;v=feed&amp;story_fbid=155749764479' title='facebook thread sondos - 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Esteban gave me a punch in the face!!! It was not a good punch from the boxer's point of you, but I wasn't prepared to be punched in the face and I don't like violence. I still feel the pain on my hips from the Etienne Monin (Estaban)  slaps. My arm hurts too. Etienne was drunk after having party with the group of Swiss folks and one Australian (James) (from 27 07 2007). He agressed me physically and psychologically for nearly 3 hours starting from 1.30 am (you can watch video of this). He didn't respect any rules and abused me in every possible way including occasionally touching my genitals with his pal, hand, knee and feet. And as you may have already guessed it hurts a bit when somebody puts their knee accidentally on man's scrotum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Unfortunately for him, I don't need to be the strongest man in the world to bring him back to Earth and show how people are vulnerable when their body starts feeling a much superior and angry punches. I've got friends that will kill anyone if I only wish. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, Vyacheslav is a hate machine as well as Alexey. Keep in mind that I'm merciful at the moment and soft. I would like to remain merciful but beware my wrath is unmerciful. I hope you 2 understand that. I hope that you, Mimi, understand it too. We're not playing or just making a project. It's not a game. And I'm NOT playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After only 2 minutes at Maxim's place I heard wild cries. People's stupidity played an important role. &lt;br /&gt;1. E. don't know what the real world is. He abuses my patience and eventually I lose control over my Afghan veterans friends. &lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired I will finish this later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both of you but unfortunately for all of us my destiny  is  apparently Myriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, could you be so kind explained who I think and you think I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small hint of what I am but I still live like in a surreal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand if It is so then why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Myriam, forget about money for some time.&lt;br /&gt;What I have on the hard drive is enough to make us reach and really fast. (In less than a week with right connections). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mimi:&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lucy:&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not loving you as much as Mimi but I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everybody:&lt;br /&gt;Today can be my last day or maybe not. The similar story as mine finished tragically. I hope I will somehow survive today. At least I have  a real body guard now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself but I don't want to die and I hate myself for not wanting to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, Empathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2&lt;br /&gt;I started this letter to 2 people now I send it to a lot of people. I don't think I'm mentally ill. If I am you can prove by just watching videos. I have already said enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veux-tu bien me dire qu'est-ce qui t'arrive!!! Caliss, la tu me fais peur en criss! Esteban t'a battu comment ca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explication s.v.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pars maintenant pour faire un truc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref, il m'a agressé, mon ami Ukranien, l'a tapé très fortement, Steb suppliait de ne pas continuer. Moi d'ailleurs je suppliait les deux de ne pas faire la bagarre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Après ca encore pendant 1.5 heures ( a partir de 3 a.m.) venait me menacer. Finalement, il a appelé la police. La police est venu à 5 h du mat. J'ai expliqué tout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steb a finalement mencaé avec un pistolet jouet, mais on savait pas donc moi j'ai eu peur parce que je connais les armes très bien. Les armes tuent et il y a tjr moyen d'avoir un pistolet chez soi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a pas moyen d'avoir le N° de téléphone à ton aubèrge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'appèle gratuitement sur les téléphones fixes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Serge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll read this.  I don't know if you read, as in "take the time to read",  what I write.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about what happened to you.  Etienne Morin looked like a nice, gentle person.  Looked like one.  Unfortunately, people who drink, or drunk people, are unpredictable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew him better than me and seemed to trust him.  I'm also sorry you've lost a friend.  I don't know which is worse: the punches/slaps/etc or the loss of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're a nice person.  Don't think everyone is like you or can be trusted.  Some precautions are necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you in my memories, thanks.  I want you to stay alive.  Because I love you.  If you kill yourself or allow yourself to get killed I'll be convinced you were (forgive my language) an asshole and that my still rather high opinion of you was just plain wrong.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I want you to stay alive is because I want your project to come alive.  Unfortunately I'm not sure you're giving your project much of an opportunity.  Maybe you're using it as a tool to achieve sthg else.  I'm not sure you are taking it seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to read something from you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not yet seen Esteban since the accident but everything seems OK at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;Esteban wrote me a notice where he begs for my pardon :). I always tried to stay patient and talk to people rather than lose them as friends. So, I didn't lose a friend, most probably,  he would ultimately give me more respect and stop drinking too much. I think I found a real friend in Esteban and I don't want to throw him away from my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for talking to you, I'll be honored to see you as my guest or come to you as your guest. If the project is not clear to you this is because you didn't have time to watch me. I'm pretty sure that there are about 5-10 hours when I talk to camera myself. I guess out of those 5-10 hours you will be able to understand my project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a very good afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of you and your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if something good comes out of that painful experience with Esteban, I'm not going to complain!  But please don't think it's easy for people who enjoy getting drunk to give it up.  It's often a way of life or an addiction.  Still, I hope you guys can work it out somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to your project, I've given up on trying to understand it and I can live with that.  I hope you can too.  There was a whole evening of talking and there was an aborted attempt at putting it on paper ; if that didn't do the trick, I'm not ready to submit myself to 5-10 hours of watching you on camera merely to grasp the essence of it, as good-looking as you are.  Sorry.  In fact, I don't need that understanding to support your project.  Just as I don't need to be part of it in order to support it. (More on this at the end.)  I'll accept it as a nebula and will henceforth call it Serge's Nebula (with a positive connotation).  And who are you?  You're a pregnant woman whose job is to deliver the nebula!    :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to sthg else.  Sabrina the friend and mediator has told me about the discussions/negotiations which took place on Friday evening with Paule, Myriam, etc., so I've got an idea of the situation between you and Ludmila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are one or two things I thought could be a useful contribution.   First there's the question of the part Ludmila can still play in your life right now.  You may have solved this question by finding, back in April, an answer that suits your needs.  Here's sthg you said on 1 May in answer to my "wise" email : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout se passe très bien entre nous. La seule chose qui peut vous chagriner un peu est le fait que on ne restera pas ensemble pour toujours. La séparation n'est pas prévue pour tout de suite :).  Il faudra revoir la situation l'année prochaine après la fin de l'année académique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On se comprend très bien et on a décidé de rester de très proches amis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in spite of the second part of your last sentence, and though this may come as a shock, my deep conviction is that her part in your new life amounts to virtually nothing.  This idea was already present in my "wise" 8 April email, though I didn't feel the need to elaborate at the time : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant, si je puis me permettre une réflexion, je dirais ceci : il est peut-être effectivement temps pour toi et Ludmila de vous séparer.  Personne n'est indispensable à personne ; on peut toujours se remettre d'une déception amoureuse et surmonter une rupture, même si ça laisse immanquablement des traces indélébiles au fond de nous.  Si tu sais dans ta tête et si tu sens dans ton coeur que l'heure a sonné de faire tes valises et de t'en aller construire ta vie ailleurs, autrement et, un jour, avec une autre compagne, alors vas-y.  Courage et bonne chance, Serge.  Ne regarde pas en arrière.  Chacun se doit de s'occuper avant tout de sa propre vie, de son propre avenir.  Notre estime et notre amitié te resteront acquises.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up usually means "faire ses valises" rather than "rester de très proches amis".  When A loves B and B isn't interested, the usual reaction is for A to move away and lick their wounds.  Any psychologist will tell you that this is by far the best they can do.  Staying in touch with the person you love without being able to build the relationship you want with that person hurts and friendship is certainly no substitute.  A useful analogy is to imagine yourself craving sthg, for example chocolate, or whatever you crave, and then suddenly a delicious-looking chocolate-cake (or whatever you crave) is placed in front of you - but out of reach.  It would take a masochist to enjoy this kind of torture.  So it would be unreasonable on your part to expect anything from Ludmila now.  She needs time for a healing process to take place so she can start rebuilding her life. You may have solved it to your satisfaction in April, but she needs to go through her own process now.  Now that things are clear for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you this as a friend, because if indeed you're counting on her for anything, I'm afraid you're fooling yourself with unrealistic hopes or expectations.  You may need her as a friend but she just won't be there for you anymore, especially in the immediate future.  Not so much because she doesn't want to, but mostly because she can't.  What she needs most of all now is time away from you.  This has nothing to do with selfishness, it's pure common sense and a necessary survival tactic. Tell yourself you are now, besides a pregnant woman who's supposed to deliver a nebula, an unreachable chocolate cake which represents emotional torture.  Ludmila must protect herself against it.  This is a normal process in most break-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I wanted to touch upon may be more problematic or delicate.  Is it a friend's job to tell friends what they should or should not do?  Probably not.  But I feel I should still express my worries and make suggestions.  Or (gently) kick your ass.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My understanding is that &lt;br /&gt;- in a few days you won't have a home anymore, &lt;br /&gt;- you don't have any income, and &lt;br /&gt;- you've lost your papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand &lt;br /&gt;- you've just obtained a useful degree, and&lt;br /&gt;- you're working on a project that you say could potentially land you a lot of money in the very near future : Serge's Nebula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above lists don't represent a complete summary of your life at the moment, as they don't take into account, for example, neither the chocolate-cake nor the pregnant woman.  And who am I anyway to pretend I could encapsulate your life within two lists in a single email?  Yet they do represent an essential reality that needs to be taken into account if any of your projects, big or small, for the immediate future as well as in the long run, are to have a chance to bear fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, of course, if Serge's Nebula solves the home, the income and the papers problems in the first list.  How likely is this?  As I still don't have a terribly clear understanding of the workings of this project, there's no way I can express an opinion, positive or negative, on its feasibility and outcome.  The question, though, is still worth asking, because you must have your own answer : How likely is it that the nebula represents a solution to these very real and immediate problems? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I can't answer my own question.  You've got the data, you've done the thinking, or should do it, it's your job.  I'm trying to help by asking what I hope are some of the "right" questions.  Even if they're troublesome.  Now as an ageing and rational teacher who happens to be a friend of yours, I feel compelled to ask a set of three more questions.  Would it not be a good idea to start solving the papers problem, as in this administration-crazy society life is much more difficult without them?  Would it not be a good idea to urgently and actively start looking for a place to stay, which includes -but is not limited to- asking your friends to help you look for one?  Would it not be a good idea to start looking for a source of regular income, even if it happens to be a lousy job?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reculer pour mieux sauter" is not such a crazy concept.  It's part of the game of chess, for which you seem to have some respect.  It's an essential section in any military strategy book.  This would not prevent you from launching your project, on the contrary it would allow the pregnant woman to deliver it more safely, to make it available to humanity, maybe as a part-time activity in the early stages, maybe later than you'd like, but surely in better conditions, with more preparation, from a stronger launching-pad and therefore with a better chance of success and a bigger bang.  Give the nebula a chance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still with me, I'd like now to give you hell for the way you're treating Ludmila.  On Sat,  Ludmila had to ask Sabrina to put her up.  Do you know why?  Apparently because Serge is not respecting Ludmila's basic right to sleep in what is her own place, the place where she has at least as much of a right to stay and live and sleep as he does.  How is this possible?  People need sleep at night and I feel you should respect that and not play games.  Friends, etc should be out and Ludmila allowed to go to sleep when it's time for her to do that.  Is this such an unreasonable demand?  Shame on you!    :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, back to the beginning and my support for Serge's Nebula.  I told myself you wouldn't get your 100E as promised if you didn't even bother to give me your account number or tell me you'd rather get it in cash.  I'm still waiting.  Is the money useful and will you please tell me how you want it delivered?  I'm not going to force-feed you!   But you see what I mean when I write sthg like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I want you to stay alive is because I want your project to come alive.  Unfortunately I'm not sure you're giving your project much of an opportunity.  Maybe you're using it as a tool to achieve sthg else.  I'm not sure you are taking it seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  Have a nice day, and week, and month, and year, and life, and deliver the nebula and keep all your friends!   :-)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:03 am and now I'm finally alone with everybody sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand your point of view and I think you're very right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's easier for me just to talk to you in real life and show you some results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got good results by the way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for money I don't care at all. My project was never about money, money is a a consequence of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I don't care about the money I know how to count it and where to get it. Actually a lot of guys already own me some money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I more or less solved the problem with Lucy. All problems are usually solved by just taking some time and talking to people. When you don't talk to them they start imagining stuff that doesn't exist or interpret incorrectly the facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I'm quite sure that I won't have to worry about where I'll stay 'coz Lucy was finally patient enough to let me finish my talk but after I got really badly irritated by her impatience and bad arguments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the hard drive, I thank you for the shared information. The external hard drive can be very useful to transfer the data in large quantity and the price seems to be not too much for the normal user. I'm used to do a lot stuff myself so I can very probably make a 500 GB external HD for around 130 €. So you can save like 39 €. I can make such a drive in less than 5 minutes :) if I have a hard drive and a case within a hand's reach. Of course there's no warranty from me but there's one year warranty for each piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit tired so I don't close this email properly and there's just too much to say ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you soon in flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-7129269334619396793?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7129269334619396793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=7129269334619396793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7129269334619396793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7129269334619396793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/10/mas-attacked.html' title='mas attacked'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-6344385070609609741</id><published>2009-09-28T14:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:17:36.052+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bounty twix'/><title type='text'>mmvii diary</title><content type='html'>2007-05-22 23:27:17&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;ici ce sera le journal de bord pour mon voyage, vous pouvez &lt;br /&gt;toujours consulter http://blackmetalmimi.myphotoalbum.com &lt;br /&gt;et ainsi que www.myspace.com/blackmetalmimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon départ est le 29 mai donc je vais commencer à écrire à &lt;br /&gt;partir de cette date car ce ne serait pas logique de ma &lt;br /&gt;part d'écrire le déroulement de mon voyage quand je ne suis &lt;br /&gt;même pas encore partie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-05-30 11:17:34&lt;br /&gt;Je suis arriver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut tlm, je suis arriver a Londres, mais je nai pas bcp &lt;br /&gt;de temps pour ecrire (tabarnak 1pnd pour 15 minutes!!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;bref le vol a bien ete et je nai pas eu aucun trouble. La &lt;br /&gt;seul chose de negative qui est arriver cest davoir ete &lt;br /&gt;malade lors de latterissage. Jai tres bien dormit dans &lt;br /&gt;lavion (les zone de turbulance ne mont presque pas &lt;br /&gt;deranger) bref, jai des choses a faire a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-05-30 20:23:54&lt;br /&gt;Ma premiere journee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premierement, je suis desole si je neglige les accent et &lt;br /&gt;les apostrophes, cest parce que jai de la misere avec le &lt;br /&gt;clavier anglais. Bref apres ce dernier message, je suis &lt;br /&gt;aller faire une sieste de 2 heures pour recuperer (mon lit &lt;br /&gt;est tres confortable),ensuite, je me suis diriger au tower &lt;br /&gt;gateway, jai vue le tower bridge, je lai traverser, ensuite &lt;br /&gt;jai pris des photos de lexterieur du Tower of London mais &lt;br /&gt;je ne lai pas visiter a linterieur, quoi que jaurais bien &lt;br /&gt;aimer car il y a des gargouilles, des grilles, des demons &lt;br /&gt;et tout, mais je ne suis pas ete car premierement, cetait &lt;br /&gt;fermer et deuxiemement, sa coute 16£ en argent canadien sa &lt;br /&gt;fait 40$, oui vous aller dire que je suis plate mais il &lt;br /&gt;faut que je fasse attention. Mais parcontre jaimais bien &lt;br /&gt;larchitechture medieval du chateau....Cest un chateau en &lt;br /&gt;effet.... Ensuite, je suis aller a westminster, jai vue ke &lt;br /&gt;national gallery, jetais impressionne ensuite jai marcher &lt;br /&gt;tout au long de Street Wales.&lt;br /&gt;bon jy vais&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-05-31 20:47:59&lt;br /&gt;2 ieme jours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsoir&lt;br /&gt;Hier dans mon message je me suis tromper, se n'etait pas a &lt;br /&gt;Westminter que je suis aller, c'est au "National Gallery" &lt;br /&gt;bref, aujours je suis aller a St.James park, j'ai visiter &lt;br /&gt;le museum guard ensuite je me suit promener dans le parc, &lt;br /&gt;c'etait tres beau, en passant les ecureuils en angleterre &lt;br /&gt;sont plus gros que ceux a quebec. Vive les ecureuils!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Ensuite, je suis aller au British Museum, je ne sais pas &lt;br /&gt;comment dire, le usee est tellement grand, que je nai &lt;br /&gt;meme pas tout vue (c'etait gratuit) et je me sent plus &lt;br /&gt;cultiver depuis que je suis sortie de la. Ensuite je suis &lt;br /&gt;aller a Westmionster, et j'ai regarder des batisses &lt;br /&gt;darchitecture medievale et j'ai pris en photo le big &lt;br /&gt;ben. Et en ce moment, je me suis trouver un cafe internet &lt;br /&gt;qui coute moin chere que l'auberge de mes fesses.&lt;br /&gt;Bref je dois retourner a l'auberge de mes fesses (oui, ils &lt;br /&gt;charge chere et il n'y a pas de service et il me reste 2 &lt;br /&gt;nuit apres je me tire de la).&lt;br /&gt;Bonne nuit&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;ps: je sais absolument que je fais des fautes de francais, &lt;br /&gt;s'il vous plait veuillez ne pas m'emmerder avec ca, ce &lt;br /&gt;n'est pas de ma faute si le clavier est anglais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-03 10:39:46&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui a 6h du matin sous la pluis j'ai marcher &lt;br /&gt;quelques kilometre jusqu'a mon auberge, c'etait sombre et &lt;br /&gt;silencieux, sa me rappel quand je jouais a Zelda au n64. &lt;br /&gt;Je suis la pour un minimum de 2 jours, et c'est apres-midi &lt;br /&gt;je vais aller visiter le musee et aller me promener. Pour &lt;br /&gt;ce qui est apres demain, je ne sais pas ce que je vais &lt;br /&gt;faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref, j'aime bien Glasgow, c'est une tres belle ville.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-05 17:28:05&lt;br /&gt;Toujours a Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut tlm,&lt;br /&gt;Je suis toujours a Glasgow et demain se sera mon dernier &lt;br /&gt;matin a Glasgow car je part pour la Cologne. Aujourd'hui &lt;br /&gt;j'ai faite connaissance d'une gentille femme avec qui j'ai &lt;br /&gt;fait le tour de la ville, elle m'a payer un repas, une &lt;br /&gt;biere (velvet) et deux drinks. J'ai pris des photos de &lt;br /&gt;landscape. Et se soir je suis sencer aller prendre une &lt;br /&gt;biere avec un ecossais. Bref je vous...Aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-07 11:26:08&lt;br /&gt;Allemagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juste pour dire que je suis arriver en Allemagne, apres une&lt;br /&gt;nuit attroce a l'aeroport, je suis bel et bien cher ma&lt;br /&gt;copine de cologne. Bref nous partons prendre de l'air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-09 13:31:07&lt;br /&gt;Derniee journee cher mon amie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui j'ai visiter Düsseldorf, j'ai manger un repas &lt;br /&gt;national ensuite ce soir il va avoir un party et demain &lt;br /&gt;matin je part pour Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout a l'heure, au restaurant, un serveur m'a geter mon &lt;br /&gt;change das la face (il ne devais pas m'aimer la face), et &lt;br /&gt;j'ai echapper mes copins par terre et il a dit que se &lt;br /&gt;n'etait pas de sa faute et il est partie. Ensuite des &lt;br /&gt;vieux a cote de moi on dit que c'etait une honte pour les &lt;br /&gt;allemand ce qu'il avait faite. Bref c'etait le scoop du &lt;br /&gt;jour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour commencerf, une bonne nouvelle, j'ai passer mon cour &lt;br /&gt;de systeme de commande! Ensuite, ce matin je suis partie &lt;br /&gt;de Düsseldorf jusqu'a Berlin, donc je me suis taper 8h de &lt;br /&gt;train, quoi que j'ai bien aimer sa car je pouvais regarder &lt;br /&gt;les paysages. Ensuite, j'ai reserver pour pas chere une &lt;br /&gt;semaine a Berlin, c'Äest une tres grande ville. Ensuite de &lt;br /&gt;sa, je n'ai rien a rajouter, a part que je suis desoler, &lt;br /&gt;si je ne publie pas vite lers photos sur internet, c'est &lt;br /&gt;mon codact qui me fait defaut donc je suis oubliger de me &lt;br /&gt;servir de camera jetable, mais j'ai des contact qui etait &lt;br /&gt;avec  moi et qu;ils ont les meme photos, je ne fais que &lt;br /&gt;les attendre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Fred´donne moi de tes nouvelles! J'espere qu'on sera &lt;br /&gt;dans les meme cours en session d'automne.! Bye Freddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-14 16:17:41&lt;br /&gt;Encore a Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsoir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dernierement j'ai eu beaucoup de plaisir a Berlin, je suis &lt;br /&gt;aller a l'aquarium avec un ami, je suis aller visiter un &lt;br /&gt;musee a propos de la deuxieme guerre, c'est une ancienne &lt;br /&gt;base militaire, et j'ai pu rentrer dans l'ancien bureau &lt;br /&gt;d'un officier ss et oui, j'ai pris des photos, ensuite j'ai &lt;br /&gt;visiter un autre musee, c'etait a propos de l'histoire &lt;br /&gt;allemande, et a part sa je me promene, il fait tres beau &lt;br /&gt;dehors, 31, des fois il faut que je prene ma douche 2 fois &lt;br /&gt;dans la journee tellement que j'ai chaud et que je &lt;br /&gt;transpire. A part sa, mardi prochain je part a krakow en &lt;br /&gt;Pologne et j'anticipe de visiter auschwitz. Bref donner moi &lt;br /&gt;de vos nouvelles ca me fait plaisir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-16 16:18:54&lt;br /&gt;Berlin jusqu'a mardi matin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsoir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour votre information, je vais tres bien, je prend sa &lt;br /&gt;relaxe, je me repose, et je passe mon temps a me promener &lt;br /&gt;dans un boise a regarder les canards et les poissons &lt;br /&gt;(carpe), et je visite encore Berlin, il y a beaucoup de &lt;br /&gt;chose a voir, comme hier je suis aller visiter le musee &lt;br /&gt;juif (en passant, ce n'est pas parce que je visite un musee &lt;br /&gt;juif que je vais avoir pitie d'eux autres d'apres ce qui &lt;br /&gt;est arriver a la deuxieme guerre mondiale, et que je vais &lt;br /&gt;avoir un bon estime pour eux) fin de la parenthese. Ensuite &lt;br /&gt;j'ai visiter les murs, il y avait un exposition  sur le &lt;br /&gt;regime national socialiste, c'etait tres interessant, &lt;br /&gt;maintenant je sais pratiquement tout sur les ss, et les &lt;br /&gt;signification des symboles, par la suite, j'ai visite le &lt;br /&gt;reichtag et c'est pas mal tout jusqu'a maintenant... Et mon &lt;br /&gt;billet de trains est acheter pour krakow.  &lt;br /&gt;J'y vais&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-06-19 20:40:38&lt;br /&gt;Krakow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsoir tlm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis arriver a Krakow en Pologne, c"est une tres belle&lt;br /&gt;ville, les chiottes de l'auberge sentent moin mauvais que&lt;br /&gt;celles de Berlin (juste une parenthese non-pertinente). Je&lt;br /&gt;me suis promener un peu, il y a beaucoup de cimetiere et des&lt;br /&gt;chauve-souris, donc je suis en amour avec cette ville, et&lt;br /&gt;les batisse on une stucture medieval. Demain je suis&lt;br /&gt;supposer asller a auchwitts avec des gens d'australie (si&lt;br /&gt;ils n'ont pas la gueule de bois comme ils ont dit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref je vais aller me coucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-06-20 21:24:02&lt;br /&gt;Auschwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui moi et uncle Bill, Chris et autre monde, nous&lt;br /&gt;sommes alle a Auschwitz, c'etait tres interessant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce que j'ai vu:&lt;br /&gt;-Tapis de cheveux juif&lt;br /&gt;-Une grosse motte de cheveux juif&lt;br /&gt;-Pieces de conviction&lt;br /&gt;-Membres artificiel conrfisquee&lt;br /&gt;-Vetements confisques&lt;br /&gt;-Dents en or confisques&lt;br /&gt;-Chambre a gaz&lt;br /&gt;-Crematorium&lt;br /&gt;-Cellule d'isolement (on enfermait les juif la dedans&lt;br /&gt;lorsqu'ils tentaient de se sauver, lorsqu'ils travaillaient&lt;br /&gt;mal, lorsqu'ils se couvraient de papier pour se rechauffer&lt;br /&gt;l'hiver, lorsqu'ils allaient au toilette trop souvent et&lt;br /&gt;autre raison.)&lt;br /&gt;Les cellules d'isolement etaient faite expres pour que les&lt;br /&gt;prisoniers n'ai pas d'air pour respirer et qu'ils crevent a&lt;br /&gt;long terme, tres original :). Et le matin, si le prisonier&lt;br /&gt;etait encore en vie on enfermait 4 prisonnier dans une&lt;br /&gt;cellule petite comme une boite telephonique ainsi de suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensuite&lt;br /&gt;-Mur de la mort (la ou les juif se faiseait descendre, a&lt;br /&gt;poil bien entendue&lt;br /&gt;-Baraque ou les prisoniers dormaient&lt;br /&gt;-Chiottes communes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref c'etait amazing, mais je n'ai rescentit aucune&lt;br /&gt;compassion, quand bien des gens semblent scandalisee.... Je&lt;br /&gt;ne les comprends pas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vais aller me coucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne nuit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-21 14:49:32&lt;br /&gt;Salt Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce matin uncle Bill est venu me reveiller, etant donne que&lt;br /&gt;c'est une personne agee il radotte un peu, mais il est tres&lt;br /&gt;comique il a dit "it's about 10 am you sleep too much get&lt;br /&gt;ready!", ensuite je suis allee chercher mes billet pour&lt;br /&gt;Prague pendant que uncle Bill radottait, il n'aime pas les&lt;br /&gt;polonais donc il les envoie chier a tour de bras, lorsqu'on&lt;br /&gt;marche sur le trottoir il dit aux gens "go away" "get lost"&lt;br /&gt;"get out of my way" "don't smoke" "oh my god this woman&lt;br /&gt;smoke" "stupid woman" "I hate to be old" "I hate kids", bref&lt;br /&gt;il est tres grincheux, desfois c'est meme genant mais, c'est&lt;br /&gt;tres maran! Ensuite on est aller a salt mine, c'etait tres&lt;br /&gt;interessant main uncle Bill passait son temps a dire "that's&lt;br /&gt;boring!", nous etions  300m sous la terre environ.&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant nous sommes arriver a atlantis et pour certaines&lt;br /&gt;raisons je dois aller acheter des fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-06-23 17:09:36&lt;br /&gt;La St-Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dernierment,&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai rien de speciale a rencontrer a part que j'ai visite&lt;br /&gt;un chateau, je suis allee voir une piece de teatre dans une&lt;br /&gt;tour, je n'ai mauditement rien compris car c'etait un&lt;br /&gt;language polonais, mais je sais que c'etait par rapport au&lt;br /&gt;moyen age. Ensuite de ca, pour pas cher j'ai achetee un&lt;br /&gt;livre de Tolkien "The Silmarillion", bref sa explique&lt;br /&gt;comment le monde des elfes, et tout a ete cree, le livre est&lt;br /&gt;pas mal interessant, des que j'aille fini je pourrrais le&lt;br /&gt;preter. A part ca, etant donnee que c'est la veille de la&lt;br /&gt;st-jean je vais aller a un party ce soir, des autraliens&lt;br /&gt;m'ont donees une demi bouteille de vodka, je crois que je&lt;br /&gt;vais faire un drink avec du sprite. Oui je vais boire&lt;br /&gt;intelligemment, la moderation a meilleur gout, surtout avec&lt;br /&gt;la biere polonaise, il faut faire attention car elle sont&lt;br /&gt;plus de 10% d'alcool (j'appelle sa de la biere de clochard).&lt;br /&gt;A part sa demain je suis sencee aller a l'opera. Pour ceux&lt;br /&gt;qui ne le savais pas, j'en ecoute, ainsi que du classique&lt;br /&gt;(Vivaldi, Beethoven, Mozart etc..). Oui aller riez, mais pas&lt;br /&gt;trop sinon je vais me facher :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref je dois y aller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-02 23:43:44&lt;br /&gt;Prague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ecris pour dire que je suis arriver a Prague, je suis &lt;br /&gt;dans mon auberge, et je n'ai rien d'autre a dire car pour &lt;br /&gt;le moment je n'ai pas vue grand chose car je suis arriver a &lt;br /&gt;11h a Prague, j'ai glander pendant un bout sur un banc et &lt;br /&gt;ensuite a 1h du matin je suis arriver a l'auberge, mais je &lt;br /&gt;saute une nuit car sa me tente pas de payer un lit pour &lt;br /&gt;cette nuit, car je n'ai nul envie de dormir, et j'ai dormi &lt;br /&gt;toute la journee pendant que j'etais en route. Demain matin &lt;br /&gt;je dormirai, ce n'est qu'un detail, pour le moment je suis &lt;br /&gt;sur la terasse et je bois du cafe... En passant, je ne &lt;br /&gt;pourrai pas quitter la republique Tcheques sans avoir bu &lt;br /&gt;une de leur biere, surtout leur Budweiser. Bref je vais &lt;br /&gt;essayer de me trouver un passe-temps pour cette nuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;ps:sa fait du bien de ne pu voir de polonais oui en effet; &lt;br /&gt;j'ai de la misere avec leur mentalite&lt;br /&gt;-Ils envoyent leur fumee de cigarette dans la face&lt;br /&gt;-Ils foncent dans le monde sans s'excuser&lt;br /&gt;-Les tables de restaurants sont collantes et malpropre&lt;br /&gt;-....Ce sont des poubelles embulantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais j'aime la Pologne mais pas les polonais, si vous &lt;br /&gt;voulez plus de raisons demandez le moi, je vous en ferai &lt;br /&gt;une liste d'epicerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai oublier un detail... Je vais tres bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-03 16:57:58&lt;br /&gt;Ma premiere journee a Prague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalement, je me suis coucher se matin a 9h et je me suis &lt;br /&gt;lever a midi. Ensuite j'ai faite le tour de Prague et je &lt;br /&gt;fus impressionnee par l'architecture, j'ai visiter la &lt;br /&gt;grande cathedrale et jai monter 286 marche pour me rendre &lt;br /&gt;au sommet de la tour (ce ne'est pas parce que je rentre &lt;br /&gt;dans une cathedrale que je suis relativement croyante et &lt;br /&gt;naivement catholique), bref c'etait tres beau. J'ai faite &lt;br /&gt;completement le tour de prague mais je n'ai pas visiter de &lt;br /&gt;musee encore. Il y a un musee que je veux absolument &lt;br /&gt;visiter, c'est a propos des instruments de torteure dans le &lt;br /&gt;moyen age (guillotine, ecartellement, vierge de fer et &lt;br /&gt;d'autree bon instruments pour des supplices originales et &lt;br /&gt;bien penser). Je viend de finir de souper, je me suis fait &lt;br /&gt;des pates. Je commence a aimer la cuisine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bref je dois y aller&lt;br /&gt;a plus&lt;br /&gt;Myrian&lt;br /&gt;ps: les Tcheques sont bcp plus polient que les polonais, &lt;br /&gt;donc, jai pu au moin me defacher aujourd'hui.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-05 19:47:00&lt;br /&gt;Des nouvelles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dernierement moi et uncle bill, nous sommes alle visiter un &lt;br /&gt;zoo, ensuite de sa aujourd'hui, nous sommes alle visite le &lt;br /&gt;musee appropos des supplices dans le moyen age, il y avait &lt;br /&gt;beaucoup d'instruments barbares, uncle bill etait degoutee &lt;br /&gt;par tout ces instruments, mais pas moi, du moin les seuls &lt;br /&gt;instruments qui m'ont degoutee c'etait le vaginal &lt;br /&gt;stretching (ecaertellement vaginal), anal stretching &lt;br /&gt;(ecartellement anal), l'empalement et ainsi qu'un &lt;br /&gt;instrument pour ecraser les testicules et le penis. C'etait &lt;br /&gt;degueulace mais a la fois comique! A part sa moi et uncle &lt;br /&gt;Bill nous nous sommes promener, et comme d'habitude il &lt;br /&gt;chiallait et diseait des conneries, c'etait tres drole mais &lt;br /&gt;a la fois genant. Apres le souper moi et une fille nous &lt;br /&gt;sommes retourner au chateau et a la cathedrale, j'ai &lt;br /&gt;examiner la cathedrale de l'exterieur, et j'ai remarque &lt;br /&gt;qu'il y avait des gargouilles et des statuts demoniaques, &lt;br /&gt;c'etait tres original, il y a longtemps je voulais voir des &lt;br /&gt;choses comme ca! A part ca demain durant la nuit, je part &lt;br /&gt;pour munich et j'arrive dans la matinee. A se qui parait &lt;br /&gt;les gens se saoule a tour de bras mouhahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je vais alle voir si uncle Bill n'est pas &lt;br /&gt;entrain de radotter (il est tres populaire parmi les &lt;br /&gt;jeeunes personnes, surtout lorsqu'il raconte des conneries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-07 15:35:51&lt;br /&gt;MünchenMunich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juste pour dire que ce matin je suis arriver a Munich, mais &lt;br /&gt;je n'ai pas encore visite car je viend de me lever. Je suis &lt;br /&gt;a Munich pour 5 jour et ensuite, je crois que je retourne &lt;br /&gt;en Cologne, car quand j'y suis aller, je n'avais pas &lt;br /&gt;vraiment visiter la ville, c'est plus mon amie que je suis &lt;br /&gt;alle visiter. Par la suite ca sera Bruxelles, suivit de &lt;br /&gt;Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois y aller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-09 14:40:23&lt;br /&gt;Veuillez ne pas me parler de biere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai dernierement visiter beaucoup de choses a Munich, hier &lt;br /&gt;avec un groupe et un guide, je suis aller faire la tourner &lt;br /&gt;des brasseries, mais je ne peux en dire plus car je vais &lt;br /&gt;etre malade, comme quand je me suis lever a 3h30 de l'apres &lt;br /&gt;midi et vla 30 sec devant l'ordi. Mais assurer vous je vais &lt;br /&gt;bien en ce moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part ces histoires pas interessante, je crois que Munich &lt;br /&gt;c'est une tres belle ville, et sa ne me coute pas trop &lt;br /&gt;chere faire l'epicerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref je vais aller dealer avec mon pauvre foie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cologne/Köln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juste pour dire, je suis arriver en Cologne, je suis la &lt;br /&gt;pour 4 jours apres je retourne dans le train pour &lt;br /&gt;Brusselles. Jusqu'a maintenant j'aime bien cologne, la &lt;br /&gt;cathedrale est tres belle, elle a tout un style gothique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part de sa, rien de speciale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Pour ceux qui se demande si je suis tannee, et bien je &lt;br /&gt;commence un peu a avoir hate de rentrer, mais ce n'est pas &lt;br /&gt;si pire, je me tiend occuper le plus souvent possible, j'ai &lt;br /&gt;un peu hate de renprendre mon train train quotidien, mais &lt;br /&gt;ne vous inquieter pas, je ne deprime pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-15 09:34:15&lt;br /&gt;Fete National en Cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier, il y a eu une grosse fete en cologne, mais j'ignore &lt;br /&gt;qu'est-ce que l'on fete, mais je sais qu'il y avait &lt;br /&gt;beaucoup de lumiere flashante. Ensuite de sa il y a eu un &lt;br /&gt;defiler de ti bateau, environ une cinquentaine de bateau, &lt;br /&gt;suivit de gros feux d'artifice, c'etait tres impressionnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part sa il n'y a rien de neuf a part que hier pour la &lt;br /&gt;deuxieme fois dans mon voyage j'ai eu un conflit avec une &lt;br /&gt;receptioniste incompetante. Ce n'est as que la &lt;br /&gt;receptioniste mais l'equipe au grand complet qui sont cave. &lt;br /&gt;Bref j'avais payer pour 4 jours, mais ils ne l'ont pas &lt;br /&gt;enregistrer dans l'ordi, fak ils ont voulu que je paye une &lt;br /&gt;deuxieme fois. Ensuite j'ai montrer mes factures comme de &lt;br /&gt;quoi j'avais payer, et ensuite elle s'etait apreter a &lt;br /&gt;s'excuser,  j'ai couper et j'ai dit "JaJa, Next time do a &lt;br /&gt;better job eh!", bref j'ai ete moin vulgaire cette fois si. &lt;br /&gt;Je voulais aussi ajouter que leur anglais etait merdique, &lt;br /&gt;mais je ne l'ai pas fait, p-e une prochaine fois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part sa tout va bien, a part l'incompetence de toute &lt;br /&gt;l'equipe du national hostelling "FUCK OFF!"... Montee de &lt;br /&gt;lait terminer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedezen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-07-16 17:55:35&lt;br /&gt;Bruxelles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis arriver a Bruxelles et je trouve aue cest jolie, &lt;br /&gt;je nqi pas tout vue mais jen dirais plus. Je vais arreter &lt;br /&gt;decrire cqr je suis entrain de perdre patience avec cette &lt;br /&gt;osti de clavier francais. Oui je ,e fqche apres les objets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriagblnjdgbml,fgxkjn,ùlb,vbisjhfdvoisqhnfdvmklsdfnvùlqnvs&lt;br /&gt;dvqfdsvfsdqvqfdsvqsd &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bruges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis presentement a Bruges, je me suis arreter un petit &lt;br /&gt;5 min pour ecrire... C'est une tres belle ville, tres &lt;br /&gt;medievales. Je trouve que la ville de Bruges est plus &lt;br /&gt;belle que celle de cracovie... Elle pue moin aussi. A part &lt;br /&gt;sa, malgre certain evenement, je vais tres bien ou mieux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vais continuer ce aue j'ai commencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour tlm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis rendu a Paeis, En une journee j'ai presque tout &lt;br /&gt;vue. Dans 2 juors, je crois retourner a Bruxelles, malgre &lt;br /&gt;une bad luck qui m'es arriver (sa ne vous regarde pas), &lt;br /&gt;j'ai fait la connaissance de gens extraordinaire dans mon &lt;br /&gt;ancien auberges, et ils et elles me propose d'aller au &lt;br /&gt;Pays-Bas.. Oui sa m'interesse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part sa, j'ai vue la tour effel, les champs eliser et je &lt;br /&gt;me suis promener partout.. Ils faut que j'aille me faire a &lt;br /&gt;manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;Marie-Antoinette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui je suis aller au chateau de versailles, le &lt;br /&gt;chateau de Marie-Antoinette. Je n'ai pas pris le chateau &lt;br /&gt;en photo car il etait en reparation et il n'etait pas &lt;br /&gt;asser medievale a mon gout. Mais j'ai ete impressionner &lt;br /&gt;par le jardin. Je n'ai jamais vue un jardin aussi beau de &lt;br /&gt;toute ma vie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demain je retourne a Bruxelles et il y a des chances que &lt;br /&gt;je fasse un tour au pays-bas. Le éç je retourne a Londre, &lt;br /&gt;je passe une nuit la et ensuite je reprend l'avion pour &lt;br /&gt;revenir a Quebec. Bref je dois aller faire du spagatte a &lt;br /&gt;plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: vive le chocolat de belgique!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-25 15:30:57&lt;br /&gt;La Haye (Hollande)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis presentement en Hollande avec mes amies et je &lt;br /&gt;trippe, mais j'ai oublier un detail a propos de ma visite a &lt;br /&gt;Paris, mon dernier jour je suis aller visite l'elgise du &lt;br /&gt;sacre-coeur, ensuite le moulin rouge, c'etait une tres &lt;br /&gt;belle place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ce momenton se promene dans la ville de la Haye, et ca &lt;br /&gt;fait changement, j'aime bien sa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part sa dernier petit detaille, pour tous ceux qui sont &lt;br /&gt;presentement a Quebec et qui essaie de gacher ma journee en &lt;br /&gt;m'ecrivant des courriels qui me font chier et qui gache ma &lt;br /&gt;journee, je veux que vous sachiez une chose, je suis en &lt;br /&gt;Hollande, don't worry be happy, fouter moi la paix, ou ne &lt;br /&gt;m'ecrivai pas... Moi j'aime la vie, et arreter de me faire &lt;br /&gt;des peurs, j'en ai plein le cul! Je me repose et je &lt;br /&gt;m'amuses est-ce COMPRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin de la parenthese&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Je ne laisse plus les energumes s'introduirent dans ma &lt;br /&gt;vie, je les floche tout. ET AUSSI! Je n'ai plus peur de &lt;br /&gt;dire "fou moi la paix"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-07-26 00:34:10&lt;br /&gt;Troisième coup de foudre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut, je suis de retour en Belgique, aujourd'hui j'ai&lt;br /&gt;passer ma journée à La Haye, suite à mon dernier message, je&lt;br /&gt;suis aller voir la mer et je me suis promener dans les zones&lt;br /&gt;vertes, c'était très bien. La raison pourquoi j'ai écris&lt;br /&gt;troisième coup de foudre, c'est parce que la Hollande fut un&lt;br /&gt;coup de foudre. Explication; premier coup de foudre était&lt;br /&gt;l'écosse, le deuxième la Belgique, et le troisième la&lt;br /&gt;Hollande ou plutôt les Pays-Bas. Après demain il y a des&lt;br /&gt;possibilités  que moi et mes amies allons passer la journée&lt;br /&gt;à Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part sa je crois que je vais aller me coucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : Quand je parlais des énergumènes, sa s'adressait aux&lt;br /&gt;gens qui m'emmerde, les inconnues que je ne veux pas&lt;br /&gt;connaitre etc...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retour a Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis de retour a Londres, dans 3 jours, je prends &lt;br /&gt;l'avion pour revenir. Bref ca fait du bien de revoir &lt;br /&gt;l'architecture anglaise. A part ca, je serai de retour le &lt;br /&gt;premier aout, pour ceux qui veulent m'appeler, je vous &lt;br /&gt;conseille de m'appeler le 2 aout, car des que je revienne &lt;br /&gt;je vais etre dans le decallage, et je crois que je vais &lt;br /&gt;dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour ce qui est du bilan de mon voyage, je le ferai de &lt;br /&gt;retour, mais je peux dire que mon rapport sera positif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois aller bouffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-30 14:34:15&lt;br /&gt;Mon cadeau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,Aujourd'hui j'ai decider de me faire un cadeau. En &lt;br /&gt;effet je me suis payer une visite a l'interieur du &lt;br /&gt;Buckinghen Palace. Vue de l'exterieur, il me semble plutot &lt;br /&gt;standard a mes yeux, mais de l'interieur c'est &lt;br /&gt;extraordinaire. Il y a de la tapisserie partout, des &lt;br /&gt;mirroir, de l'or etc. Bref pour ceux qu'ils ne savent pas &lt;br /&gt;de quoi je parle, je parle du palais de la reine. J'ai &lt;br /&gt;visiter plusieurs chambres. Je n'ai pas vue reine &lt;br /&gt;d'Angleterre, et j'en avait pas l'intention (moi je tourne &lt;br /&gt;le dos aux gens qui ne paient pas de taxes). Bref, les &lt;br /&gt;chambres etaient tres propre, et partout il y a du tapis &lt;br /&gt;rouge, des vases en or. Bref ce fut ma journee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part ca, avant de prendre l'avion pour revenir a Quebec, &lt;br /&gt;je voudrais remercier mes parents pour leur soutient, mon &lt;br /&gt;frere Sebastien et autres gens que je vais remercier &lt;br /&gt;personnellement car je ne divulgue pas les noms sur &lt;br /&gt;internet par RESPECT de la vie privee des gens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le prochain texte sera mon rapport finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2007-08-01 21:01:16&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je viend d'arriver de Trudeau, sa fait au moin 24h que je &lt;br /&gt;n'ai pas dormit, mais je tiend le coup, je suis meme en &lt;br /&gt;pleine forme. Bref pour résumer, j'ai visiter Londres, &lt;br /&gt;Glasgow, Dusseldorf, Berlin, Munich, Cologne, Cracovie, &lt;br /&gt;Auswittz, Prague, Bruxelles, Bruges, La haye, Paris et &lt;br /&gt;Versailles, j'ai apprécié ce voyage meme si parfois je &lt;br /&gt;vivais des temps dure, j'ai passé de très bon moment, et &lt;br /&gt;cèst même à refaire... Peut-être làn prochain ou dans deux &lt;br /&gt;ans, cela va dépendre de mes épargnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bref sa fait du bien de rentrer à la maison, j'ai le &lt;br /&gt;feeling que tout est grand dans l'appartement. Bref &lt;br /&gt;aujourd'hui on est le premier aout, vous pouvez m'appeler &lt;br /&gt;puisque je ne suis pas fatigué mais, si sa ne répond pas &lt;br /&gt;c'est soit parce que je ne suis pas sorti de la douche, ou &lt;br /&gt;soit que je me suis finalement endormit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci d'avoir lu mon journal, et àune prochaine aventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriam the traveler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-6344385070609609741?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.my-diary.org/read/?read=271978' title='mmvii diary'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6344385070609609741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=6344385070609609741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6344385070609609741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6344385070609609741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/09/mmvii-diary.html' title='mmvii diary'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-3726947738096423747</id><published>2009-09-25T21:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:31:05.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>twix - wagon</title><content type='html'>Wagon&lt;br /&gt;kak zhizn'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:16Serge&lt;br /&gt;otlichno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u tebya kak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:16Wagon&lt;br /&gt;rabotaju...splju po 2 chasa(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:17Serge&lt;br /&gt;nu ty k sebe po prosche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;e nazhimaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esche prigoditsya zdorovje potom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gde raider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:17Wagon&lt;br /&gt;den'gi nuzhny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:17Serge&lt;br /&gt;cho on v inete ne laiit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na chto tebe dengi nuzhny???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne lazaet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:18Wagon&lt;br /&gt;reider mne zapretil stoboj obschat'sja - evnuet)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den'gi nuzhny na zhizn' imame pomoch'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revnuet))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:20Serge&lt;br /&gt;da, a on sam so mnoj ne hochet voobsche bolshe obschatsya potomu chto revnuet????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vrode ya k tebe ne pristaval i povod ne daval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dengi chto by pokushat nuzhny eto konechno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:20Wagon&lt;br /&gt;n znaju - on dumaet,chto my ne obschaemsja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:21Serge&lt;br /&gt;ne nu mne bylo by priyatno s nim poobschatsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a on zabl na menya zhestko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:21Wagon&lt;br /&gt;ne)))ne zabil)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:21Serge&lt;br /&gt;mne tozhe po naama bay nositsya prosto iz za narkotikov bylo by ne interesno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vy mne oba druzya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;poetomu i stranno chto raider zabil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya pro vas istorii rasskazyvayu postoyanno vspominayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:22Wagon&lt;br /&gt;tebe mnja malo?ty i so mnoj mao obschaeshsja)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:23Serge&lt;br /&gt;da eto verno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:23Wagon&lt;br /&gt;prijatno,chto pomnish)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:23Serge&lt;br /&gt;no vse ravno ya lyublyu kommenty povhitat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blin u teh u kogo shokoladnye imena ya ne mogu zabyt ih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v etom moya problema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya hotel by shokolad v odnom meste sobrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a esli nuzhno to i pomoch sobrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:24Wagon&lt;br /&gt;etokruto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:24Serge&lt;br /&gt;nu ne znayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normalno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:25Wagon&lt;br /&gt;reider dumaet, chto u nas s toboj chto-to bylo)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ili moglo byt')))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sovsem glupyj)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:26Serge&lt;br /&gt;net nu ne sovsem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;on pravilno revnuet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:26Wagon&lt;br /&gt;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:26Serge&lt;br /&gt;no ya zhe k nemu ne revnuyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:27Wagon&lt;br /&gt;a tebe to chego revnovat'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:27Serge&lt;br /&gt;nu i vot, ya voobsche nikogo ne mogu revnovat'. smysla net tratisya na negativ. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:28Wagon&lt;br /&gt;u nego ne negativ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:28Serge&lt;br /&gt;vse ravno ty tolko svoya i nichya drugaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:28Wagon&lt;br /&gt;a strah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:28Serge&lt;br /&gt;nu zato eto podderzhivaet ego lyubov k tebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strah chego???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:29Wagon&lt;br /&gt;boitsj potejat' menja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:29Serge&lt;br /&gt;dak ved vse ravno pozdno ili rano eto sluchitsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tebya skolko chasov v den ne vidit???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-3726947738096423747?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3726947738096423747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=3726947738096423747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3726947738096423747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3726947738096423747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/09/twix-wagon.html' title='twix - wagon'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-6855052908146389668</id><published>2009-09-25T21:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:16:50.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>23-25 september  mmix</title><content type='html'>i ve been lately partying and diving with my friends from saudi arabia (rescpect). we also scored some bango and hash at ridiculous prices somewhere in a desert. i cant remember exactly where it happened coz i kinda was sleeping on the rear bank. in fact just too "gele" to open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ouf of problem with the egyptian police for hitting a russian girl twice. she assumed first quit week hook somewhere in the right ear  and then i kicked her in the left jaw  with my leg . apparently she has some problems with her jaw at the moment. the local police closed the case after a report had been written where both sides agreed upon staying away from each other. this case involved 3 russian girls (witnesses, including the hurt girl) and 2 security buddies from the hotel XXX. The main cause of this incident is Rob Kent, english, fortyish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-6855052908146389668?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6855052908146389668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=6855052908146389668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6855052908146389668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6855052908146389668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/09/23-25-september-mmix.html' title='23-25 september  mmix'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-7221392487959197136</id><published>2009-09-12T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:26:53.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>chat history. twix &amp; chokoPie</title><content type='html'>21:15Chokopai&lt;br /&gt;ПРивет ТВиКс,Как жизнь?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:15Serge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;normalno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;u tebya kak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;chego kak popalo pechateaesh'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:16Chokopai&lt;br /&gt;Все здорово,так получилось&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:17Serge&lt;br /&gt;prikolno poluchilos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chego delaesh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:18Chokopai&lt;br /&gt;Необычно.Я бухаю вино,в клуб собираюсь.Ты чем занят???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:19Serge&lt;br /&gt;da vot v nete infu sobirayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k vecheru gotovlyus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hush kuryu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak obychno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichego novogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:20Chokopai&lt;br /&gt;Я уже четыре дня не курил,пиздец.Где Хаш достал,ты скем собрался?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:21Serge&lt;br /&gt;da zdes s saharom no sahar svoloch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu eto lirika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-7221392487959197136?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7221392487959197136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=7221392487959197136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7221392487959197136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7221392487959197136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/09/chat-history-twix-chokopie.html' title='chat history. twix &amp; chokoPie'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-705278938834971493</id><published>2009-08-19T11:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:39:22.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate DB v 2.0</title><content type='html'>1. Twix 13 (0000000013)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-705278938834971493?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/705278938834971493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=705278938834971493' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/705278938834971493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/705278938834971493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/chocolate-db-v-20.html' title='Chocolate DB v 2.0'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-6421558449080368042</id><published>2009-08-13T10:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:45:03.115+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat with Lena Larchenkova on facebook (part 1)</title><content type='html'>Lena&lt;br /&gt;думаешь мне в москве делать нечего только думать о том как бы замутить с человеком у которого нет ни памяти на моё имя ни паспорта, а толкьо оружие и ит.д.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:47amSerge&lt;br /&gt;u menya polno otlichnyh parnej ne russkih, bogatyh, krasavcev, umnyh i ne zhenatyh :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da net ne dumayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mne vse ravno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tvoya zhizn' delaj chto hochesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:48amLena&lt;br /&gt;у тебя где?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:48amSerge&lt;br /&gt;ya uzh tochno po etomu povodu ne zamorachivayus'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gde??? vezde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vo vseh stranah mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;est' i russkie parni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:49amLena&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:49amSerge&lt;br /&gt;ochen prikol'nye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koroche nash proekt eto klub ochen horoshih lyudej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:49amLena&lt;br /&gt;ты меня запутал!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:49amSerge&lt;br /&gt;no menya vse boyatsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odnomu mne nel'zya hodit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:49amLena&lt;br /&gt;что проект шоколад занимается соединеним сердец! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50amSerge&lt;br /&gt;i policiya za mnoj prismatrivaet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50amLena&lt;br /&gt;да, или не один или с оружием&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50amSerge&lt;br /&gt;net nikakimi soedineniem serdec my ne zanimaemsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50amLena&lt;br /&gt;м&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50amSerge&lt;br /&gt;etim mozhesh zanyatsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya zhe ne svaha :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zanyatsya ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon, slovo propustil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya kstati za dva goda k etomu privyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menya uzhe tochno nichem ne udivish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:51amLena&lt;br /&gt;а мне показалось что заниматесь. Сначала ты объяснял мне мне что сам женат, а потом начал говорить про друзей ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:52amSerge&lt;br /&gt;slushaj, dlya menya samoe glavnoe chtoby lyudi ponyali nakonec kto ya takoj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:52amLena&lt;br /&gt;как это понимать?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;можешь ответить на вопрос честно?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:52amSerge&lt;br /&gt;i moya zhena i moi blizhajshie druzya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:52amLena&lt;br /&gt;.....меня кстати тоже мало чем удивишь&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:52amSerge&lt;br /&gt;no kto ya takoj ya ne mogu tebe skazat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:52amLena&lt;br /&gt;и как ты вспомнил кольцо которое было на тебе 15 минут?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:53amSerge&lt;br /&gt;ob etom znayut tolko 5 chelovek i s desyatok dogadyvayutsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mozhet konechno i bol'she uzhe dogadalis'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pravda bez video ob etom nevozmozhno dogadatsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chto by video ponyat nado na yazykah govorit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetomu my k 2012 godu gotovimsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadeyus dozhivu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:54amLena&lt;br /&gt;я так думаю 21 12 12 все узнают кто ты&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:54amSerge&lt;br /&gt;hotya ne fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:54amLena&lt;br /&gt;можешь ответить на вопрос честно?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:54amSerge&lt;br /&gt;ya tozhe tak dumayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i togda uzh vse tochno budet menya boyatsya i ochen silno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kogda ya zloj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;davaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:56amLena&lt;br /&gt;а что ты делал до того как начались "два года", о которых я уже слышала ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:58amSerge&lt;br /&gt;uchilsya, a potom rabotat' poshel programmistom. orabotal programmistom 9 dnej i uvolilsya (hotya do etogo ya u nih 4 mesyaca praktiku prohodil, t.e. rabotal). Menya zvali v IBM rabotat' no ya otkazalsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skazhal chto ne hochu ni nakogo rabotat', a dengi sam zarabotayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu a potom v policiyu poshel posle avgusta-sentybrya 2007. Snachala v prosuyu, potom v Europol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:59amLena&lt;br /&gt;взял и пришёл в полицию? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00amSerge&lt;br /&gt;net menya priglasili. Menya vsya policiya brussela 1000 v lico znaet i na vy nazyvaet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takie dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:01amLena&lt;br /&gt;за какую заслугу?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:02amSerge&lt;br /&gt;ya tebe o svoej byvshej rasskazyval??? blagodarya ej i misteru marsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirskoj sudya vynes verdic personne a proteger, t.e. chelovek, kotorogo nado ohranyat i zaschischat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pochemu tak??? ne znayu u nego sprosi, on mne zadaval voprosy na kotorye poluchal otvety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v sud menya priveli ne po svoemu zhelaniyu, a protiv nego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:04amLena&lt;br /&gt;не рассказывал , ты сказал " потом тебе расскажу"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:07amLena&lt;br /&gt;только не поняла за что тебя в суд ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;повели&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:09amSerge&lt;br /&gt;menya policiya v techenii odnoj nedeli pytalas' uspokoit' ne pomoglo. k koncu nedeli (19 avgusta) menya reshili otpravit v psiahtricheskuyu kliniku, chto by ya uspokoilsya. Inache ya uzhe nachal sryvat'sya ne bezvinnyh lyudyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:10amLena&lt;br /&gt;а причина всего какая???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:10amSerge&lt;br /&gt;Tak kak vinovnyh lyudej policiya i pravosudie zaschischalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu eto dolgaya istoriya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ochen dolgaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:11amSerge&lt;br /&gt;ya zhe govoryu, u menya chernyj spisok est' i v nem Krasnova Ludmila Michalovna na pervom meste. Za predatel'stvo i za vorovstvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:11amLena&lt;br /&gt;русская&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;да, да видела уже это имя... судебные дела в блоге....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:13amSerge&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tmbs6Wo4IyY&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=686FD86B9C8BC4CA&amp;index=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vot moya byshaya. ya ee po dobromu Iudoj nazyvayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prichem na polnom seryeze bez doli allegorij&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto sleduyuschaya iuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Takie dela ne samye veselye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posmotri video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ya tozhe posmotryu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nirazu esche ne smotrel esli chestno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;vremeni ne bylo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horosho chto tebya eto istoriya interesuet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;no ona ne glavnaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;glavnaya vperedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:16amLena&lt;br /&gt;интрига)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:17amSerge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;da net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ya otvet na vse intrigi znayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:17amLena&lt;br /&gt;чисто на внешность твоя новая пассия-систер-баунти мне больше нравится))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;я внимательно ещё посмотрю)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;я так думаю с твоей бывшей 211212 тоже связано.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:19amSerge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;da byvshaya moya strashnaya, tupaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;da konechno zdes' vse svyazano i povyazano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;prosto opyat' taki eto zhe moya zhizn. Po idei vsem na menya naplevat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mne zhe kazhdyj den' ugrozhayut ubit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uzhe privyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tusuyus' poblizhe k policii ili s armiej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oni nastoyaschie druzya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;na nih tol'ko i nadeyus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:20amLena&lt;br /&gt;если бы всем людям было наплевать друг на друга не было бы и части твоей жизни и моей и всех людей....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:21amSerge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tolko ne vsegda oni operativno mne pomogayut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:22amSerge&lt;br /&gt;ty prava, no mne govorili poshel na hiu, pidaraz ne znaya menya, tak chto mne ponyatno, chto lyudej bol'she interesuet zhizn' pyanogo egiptyanina, kot. edva po russki govorit, chem "russkogo narkomana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;konechno na eto smotret' ne ochen priyatno, no opyat taki ya k etomu immunitet priobrel za poslednie 2 goda 1 mesyac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segodnya kstati yubilej :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya nachal projekt 13/07/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v pyatnicu 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocherednoe sovpadenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no eto pravda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:25amLena&lt;br /&gt;это говоришь о незнакомых людях.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;знаешь что? я когда всё это читаю&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;мне кажется что мои московский дела&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;такаааааая мелочь&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;по сравнению с тем что в мире происходит&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:26amSerge&lt;br /&gt;da net. u tebya svoya zhizn', u menya svoya. u kazhdogo svoi problemy. Prosto u menya melkaya problema eto tipa menya ugrozhayut ubit' :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skoree vsego kto-nibud' eto sdelaet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetomu vse v sekrete i derzhim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pryachemsya pod shokoladnoj maskoj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tak my na vojne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vot i v Israel edu v Sektor Gaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kto znet chem eto zakonchitsya, no ya obychno s paletincami obschij yazyk nahozhu. Opyat' nekotorye zhe est prosto fanatiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:29amLena&lt;br /&gt;.........ты там по осторожней, ладно???? мне кажется таких людей на планете единицы..... или ты просто хороший пиарщик))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:29amSerge&lt;br /&gt;da spasibo za to chto ty pro pr skazala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mne moj PR uzhe v pechenkah sidit. Smysl PR eto govorit' pravdu v lico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.e. prosto pravda i PR nikogo net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya programist po obrazovaniyu i dazhe nichego prodat' ne mogu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mog potihonechku s maskoj naebyvat' lyudej i ne tuzhit. Da net, tyanet na pravdu, a pravda ne vsem nravitsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ili dazhe sovsem ne nravitsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osobenno russkim ne nravitsya. Ya ne lyublyu russkih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k tebe konechno eto ne otnositsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:32amLena&lt;br /&gt;поэтому лжи в мире много...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:33amSerge&lt;br /&gt;no k tebe ya otnoshus' kak k potencialnomu chlenu shokoladnogo kluba a ne kak k russkoj. k tebe ya ne otnoshus' kak k zhenschine, no kak k cheloveku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:33amLena&lt;br /&gt;мне это очень приятно!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:33amSerge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mne priyatno, chto tebe eto priyatno ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v etom i smysl prokta sobrat' priyatnyh i dobryh lyudej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tam chto hotite to i delajte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kazhdogo svoya doroga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inogda oni peresekayutsya, no bolshoj chastyu dorogi absolyutno raznye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:35amLena&lt;br /&gt;дома на меня все только и смотрят как на длинноногую блондинку, а человечность не всех интересует ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:35amSerge&lt;br /&gt;da i dorogi raznye, komu po asfaltu , a komu i po gryazi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menya vneshnost ne interesuet, hotya ona tozhe imeet bol'shoe znachenie. Osobenno dlya devushki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:36amLena&lt;br /&gt;......да)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:37amSerge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;S krasivoj i umnoj priyatnee obschat'sya chem s urodlivoj i umnoj :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:37amLena&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:37amSerge&lt;br /&gt;no ya budu obschatsya s ne krasivoj no s umnoj, a ne s krasivoj i duroj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v lyubom sluchae vse my ne bez izyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya naprimer ochen vspylchiv i ochen zloj inogda byvayu, pravda ty etogo ne videla. no poka vrode moemu gnevu nikto esche ne radovalsya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i konechno ya sam etogo ne lyublyu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-6421558449080368042?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6421558449080368042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=6421558449080368042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6421558449080368042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6421558449080368042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/chat-with-lena-larchenkova-on-facebook.html' title='Chat with Lena Larchenkova on facebook (part 1)'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-3347123485047288187</id><published>2009-08-11T05:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:29:40.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred :))))))</title><content type='html'>Sondos Maz fuckin hates allllll of fuckin you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIESat at 3:46am · Comment · LikeUnlikeYou and Tom Hurley like this.Tom Hurley likes this.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Torresshut up&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 3:49amSondos Mazhey mexican, go back to the kitchen lmfao xx&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 3:50amSeba Mazi wish i could kill people :) thats one of my goals! one day imma achieve that! steve ur on my list!&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 3:51amSondos Mazkosom everyon ei fuckin now bgad, yel3an mayten omohom, i got some shit to tell u, ill b oineoin tomorrow at noon b there.. oxoxxo&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 3:53amSeba Mazyea yea u always say the same thing and ur never on!&lt;br /&gt;lol imma be at aoshys house!&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 3:54amJayson DunnYou just hurt my internet feelings just so ya know! *eats 30 vicadins*&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 4:25amSue Mazhahaha join da club bitch i told u stay away from these motherfuckers specially el zenoog lmfao&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 4:32amPaula Michelle Oliveryou ok Hun lol x&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 5:17amSerge LeinweberSandos I was told you don't want to talk to me. Why wouldn't you want??? And yeah, i hate myself and wanna die. What should the others die??? Kill yourself you hate everybody&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 6:45am · DeleteSue Mazwtf /...who the fuck are u sergey with ur gay ass retarded twix profile pic....go fuck urself and die just like sondos said...fuckin loser&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 6:47amJayson DunnMaybe it was because you can't even spell her name? For fuck sakes even put a sentence together.&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 6:49amSeba MazSERGE! SUP WITH YOU FUCKER!!...PATHETIC COCK SNIFFER!THINK BEFORE TYPING ASSHOLE! ITS MY FUCKIN SISTER..SAY ONE MORE THING &amp; I'LL CUT OFF UR FUCKIN DICK!...AND IF SHE DOESN'T WANNA TALK YOU THEN GET A FUCKIN LIFE...JEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 9:48amSondos Mazlmfao.. leave him alone, hes sick in the brains, too much puff puff and no pass lol&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, ur banned from bein in the bar and talkin to me :D&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 1:28pmSamantha Oakeslmao!!!you all crack me up! xx&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 2:46pmSue Mazwhere the fuck is he from???sudan or what???&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 4:44pmSondos Mazloooool canadian supposedly, dude is werid, ignore him, why do u think we banned him from comin here??&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 5:10pmJayson Dunnlet him back just so we can fkn talk shit about him,please! i am bored!&lt;br /&gt;sue get on yahoo you skanky camel fucker&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 6:35pmSerge Leinweberdude is weird??? i found it personally weird to pierce even my ear. so you see the place where i m from we dont have freaks :))))&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 8:24pm · DeleteSerge Leinweberi know why you wanna hate me coz hate is all the world has even see lately&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 8:24pm · DeleteSondos Mazmashy ya 3am anwar wagdy koset-ha lol&lt;br /&gt;go shoot up, its all ur good at anyway, and i know im a freak, ur sayin it like its an insult, while i take it as a compliment :D&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 8:49pmSue Mazlmfao kos DEEN OMAK BA2A&lt;br /&gt;Sat at 11:59pmJayson Dunndude seriously learn how to speak!! you are making yourself look retarded!!&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 12:11amTom Hurley"What's it purtyning?"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9w3_3T3U5g&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 1:34amSerge Leinweberwhatever, you dont know me and you make fools out of yourselves just saying what you said. Dont judge nobody. And if I'm weird because i still beleive human beings deserve to live and not to be killed. Sandoz I dont know where yuou get information about me but it's certainly wrong. Dudes, you should be careful who you talk with. I dont mind being ... Read Moreoffended hundreds times a day but I warn you (it s not a threat btw) I go really furious sometimes. You dont want to see this. So choose your words wisely. My blacklist isd always open. And yeah, i respect you guys and at the same time you are so weak so i pitty you. I m honest with you. Reality bites and that's what life is. And dont forget sometimes I m not alone and armed. And if Sandoz feels bad about this life its nobody's fault. You d better kill yourself than hate and eventually kill somebody else. Turn your anger to yourself, inwards. I hate myself and wanna die. And I live with it. And I'll be certainly killed.Maybe in Jerusalem soon&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 3:26pm · DeleteSue MazLMFAO dude are u listening to ur patheticness? wtfffffff is wrong with u?frist of all how the fuck are u canadian?u sound soudanese whats wrong with u? you really scared uus when u said watch out u can be rude or what ever wooooooow i almost peed in my pants im so scared of you i might even have nightmares about what u said...GO FUCK A GOAT U ... Read MoreSTUPID CUNT MOTHERFUCKEIN LOSER or JUMP OFF A BRIDGE AND STOP WRITTING TO SONDOS CUZ WE ALL WILL INSULT THE FUCK OUT OF U AGAIN SO FUCK OFF U EMO TRASH DUMBASS DOUCHE-BAG WHORE.&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 6:48pmSondos Maz*claps and hands u award* that really brought tears to my eyes... wait, let me go grab some tissues... LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;if u hate ur life, i say go die or give me the pleasure of doin it.. less ppl of u around is better lol&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 6:50pmTom Hurley"go fuck a goat" brought tears to my eyes! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 6:52pmJayson Dunnwow! that was fkn funny! took me a few times reading it though to understand it...please take your time spent being suicidal and learn english!&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 6:53pmSondos MazLMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... poor guy... ill just sit back now n watch :D&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 6:56pmSue Mazi think he should commit suicide after reading what we told him lmfao poor CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;Sun at 6:56pmSerge LeinweberLOL :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) i like you guys. Do you use your brain sometimes. Just stop being jealous and get back to the reality. You're funny though. That's what I like about. Please continue to poor down your hatred on me. Don't forget I'm enjoyning it. The more you hate me now the more you hate yourself. You're drunken right now. The hangover for you will be hard.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 4:04am · DeleteSue Mazlmfao dude u still alive???why didnt u die wtffffffff&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 4:05amSerge Leinweberjust to see your reaction after you know who I am, lol. i'd like to seethe photo when you'll finally figure it out. but whatever, maybe you'll never will figure it out by yourself, ask for help then. anyways freaks and geeks should be accordingly treated.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 4:36am · DeleteJayson Dunndude you are a complete jackass,hate is not really a word i would waste on you! Ignorance is the first word that comes to mind,when you say something smart i will respect you,until then i leave you to get upon by the dogs!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 5:15amJayson Dunn*fed&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 5:17amSue Mazlmfao what a strange weird ass motherfucker..sondos why is he still on ur list...add him on ur [athetic list or block him do something cuz everyone seems to hate him lmfao&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 10:07amSue Mazpathetic*&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 10:07amSondos Mazlmfao tru dat, ill delete his ignorant ass...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 3:04pmJayson Dunnwerd!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 3:05pmTom HurleyI think Serge just needs someone to give him a Lemon Party!&lt;br /&gt;8 hours agoSerge Leinweberto make the story short, i suggest to Sondoz to believe in God. but i guess it's impossible for her and for most of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-3347123485047288187?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3347123485047288187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=3347123485047288187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3347123485047288187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3347123485047288187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/hatred.html' title='Hatred :))))))'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-3221880491928581740</id><published>2009-08-08T06:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:14:54.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>alive</title><content type='html'>i m still alive and live in Israel and in Egypt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-3221880491928581740?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3221880491928581740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=3221880491928581740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3221880491928581740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3221880491928581740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/alive.html' title='alive'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-3935908316365204612</id><published>2009-08-08T06:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:11:02.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hated :)))</title><content type='html'>Sondos Maz fuckin hates allllll of fuckin you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE3 hours ago · Comment · LikeUnlikeYou like this.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Torresshut up&lt;br /&gt;3 hours agoSondos Mazhey mexican, go back to the kitchen lmfao xx&lt;br /&gt;3 hours agoSeba Mazi wish i could kill people :) thats one of my goals! one day imma achieve that! steve ur on my list!&lt;br /&gt;3 hours agoSondos Mazkosom everyon ei fuckin now bgad, yel3an mayten omohom, i got some shit to tell u, ill b oineoin tomorrow at noon b there.. oxoxxo&lt;br /&gt;3 hours agoSeba Mazyea yea u always say the same thing and ur never on!&lt;br /&gt;lol imma be at aoshys house!&lt;br /&gt;3 hours agoJayson DunnYou just hurt my internet feelings just so ya know! *eats 30 vicadins*&lt;br /&gt;2 hours agoSue Mazhahaha join da club bitch i told u stay away from these motherfuckers specially el zenoog lmfao&lt;br /&gt;2 hours agoPaula Michelle Oliveryou ok Hun lol x&lt;br /&gt;about an hour agoSergey LeinweberSandos I was told you don't want to talk to me. Why wouldn't you want??? And yeah, i hate myself and wanna die. What should the others die??? Kill yourself you hate everybody&lt;br /&gt;21 minutes ago · DeleteSue Mazwtf /...who the fuck are u sergey with ur gay ass retarded twix profile pic....go fuck urself and die just like sondos said...fuckin loser&lt;br /&gt;18 minutes agoJayson DunnMaybe it was because you can't even spell her name? For fuck sakes even put a sentence together.&lt;br /&gt;17 minutes ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-3935908316365204612?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3935908316365204612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=3935908316365204612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3935908316365204612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3935908316365204612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-hated.html' title='I&apos;m hated :)))'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-5376813495554461395</id><published>2007-12-11T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:15:46.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP 5339 BR. .LL.129226/2007</title><content type='html'>PRO JUSTITIA&lt;br /&gt;Audition commencée le 8/10/2007 à 13:21:55&lt;br /&gt;Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP 5339&lt;br /&gt;Annexe du PV n°: BR. .LL.129226/2007&lt;br /&gt;DCT1 D01 - date: 08/10/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proces-verbal d'audition&lt;br /&gt;Qualité de l'interssé(e): Suspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous, DE LAET Henri, Inspecteur principale de la police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP5339 entendons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom: LEINWEBER Sergey&lt;br /&gt;Né à Douchanbé (U.S.S.R.) le 15/04/1980&lt;br /&gt;Nationalité: Belgique&lt;br /&gt;Etat civil: célibataire&lt;br /&gt;Profession: sans profession&lt;br /&gt;Domicilié à 1000 BRUXELLES, Rue de l'Association 53, Belgique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous me faites connaissance des faits qui nous occupent et de la plainte pour menace de madame KRASNOVA Ludmila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Depuis quand êtes vous à nouveua admis à circuler depuis votre traitement?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: depuis le 18/09/2007 vers 14h00 j'ai pu quitter Fond'Roy.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Sur avis de quel Magistrat, Juge de paix ou médecin?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Un conseil de psychiatres au sein de l'établissement en a décidé ainsi.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Qu'avez vous fait entre le 18/09/2007 et le 24/09/2007?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: J'ai cherché un logement chez des amis et à la mer aussi (Middelkerke) avec la nommé Sophie DARCIS, elle fréquente les marchés et les festivals en tant qu'artiste et artisane.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Est-il vrai  que vous vous êtes présenté Rue de l'Association, 53 au domicile de KRASNOVA Ludmila en date du 24/09/2007 vers 21h00?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: C'est egalement mo, domicile pour information. J'y ai reçu mes documents personnels.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Etes-vous  retrourné à cette adresse une autre fois?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: A deux reprises.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Est-il vrai que vous avez été à 3 heures du matin ce 02/10/2007 en frappant à la fenêtre?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Je ne pense pas, sûrement pas à 3h du matin.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Est-il vrai que vous avez eu une conversation électronique sur Skype avec un ami?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: OUI, avec plusieurs amis chaque jour.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me demandez: Est-il vrai que vous avez tenu des propos inquétant au sujet d'une pendaison de Ludmila?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Exact, j'ai dit que c'était une solution pour elle, sans être menaçant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous me faites prendre connaissance que madame KRASNOVA Ludmila a pris peur suite à vos propos et que je vous demande d'éviter de vous présenter à l'adresse.&lt;br /&gt;Vous me répondez par l'affirmative, je me présenterai au commissariat afin de demander l'assistance de la police pour récuperer definitivement mes effets personnels à l'adresse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-5376813495554461395?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5376813495554461395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=5376813495554461395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5376813495554461395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5376813495554461395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/police-de-bruxelles-capitale-ixelles-zp_11.html' title='Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP 5339 BR. .LL.129226/2007'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-424391012175835035</id><published>2007-12-11T07:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T07:49:08.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP 5339  BR. .LL.129202/2007</title><content type='html'>PRO JUSTITIA&lt;br /&gt;Audition commencée le 8/10/2007 à 12:49:21&lt;br /&gt;Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP 5339&lt;br /&gt;Annexe du PV n°: BR. .LL.129202/2007&lt;br /&gt;DCT1 D01 - date: 08/10/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proces-verbal d'audition&lt;br /&gt;Qualité de l'interssé(e): Suspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous, DE LAET Henri, Inspecteur principale de la police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP5339 entendons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom: LEINWEBER Sergey&lt;br /&gt;Né à Douchanbé (U.S.S.R.) le 15/04/1980&lt;br /&gt;Nationalité: Belgique&lt;br /&gt;Etat civil: célibataire&lt;br /&gt;Profession: sans profession&lt;br /&gt;Domicilié à 1000 BRUXELLES, Rue de l'Association 53, Belgique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous me mettez au courant des faits qui vous occupent.&lt;br /&gt;Je réponds à la convocation qui est venue de vos services.&lt;br /&gt;A la question: Connaissez-vous Mr. Monin Etienne?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Oui, je le connais très bien. C'est mon ancien voisin. J'ai frequenté son appartement et il a fréquenté mon appartement.&lt;br /&gt;A la question: Que faisiez-vous le mardi soir du 2/10/2007 vers 23h30?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Je me souviens que j'ai rendu visite à Mr. Monin Etienne.&lt;br /&gt;A la question: A quel étage habite Monin Etienne?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Il habite au sous-sol de la rue Gouvernement Provisoire n°30.&lt;br /&gt;A la question: De quoi avez-vous parlé?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds:Moi, je voulais parler de ce qui s'était passé. Il ne m'a pas laissé entrer car il a peur de moi. Pourquoi? Il a peur de moi car un jour, je lui ai fait une clé de bras à son cou. Je suis plus fort que lui.&lt;br /&gt;A la question: Mr. Monin déclare que le 1/10/2007 vous lui avez demandé de l'argent à prêter?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Je ne me souviens pas de cela.&lt;br /&gt;A la question: De quoi vivez-vous?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Je vis de rien. J n'ai pas de revenus.&lt;br /&gt;A la question: Avez-vous dit à Mr. Monin que vous alliez lui arracher les yeux, qu'il est un gros P.D. et que vous alliez tout faire pour lui gâcher la vie?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous réponds: Je lui ai dit qu'il était un mec sans couilles et qu'il était un sale P.D. Je n'ai rien à ajouter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je prends connaissance que Mr. Monin a peur de moi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-424391012175835035?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/424391012175835035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=424391012175835035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/424391012175835035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/424391012175835035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/police-de-bruxelles-capitale-ixelles-zp.html' title='Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP 5339  BR. .LL.129202/2007'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-1971297851895475909</id><published>2007-12-11T07:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T07:47:47.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP5339  BR..LL.119534/2007</title><content type='html'>PRO JUSTITIA&lt;br /&gt;Audition commencé le 17/09/07 à 13:09:03&lt;br /&gt;Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP5339&lt;br /&gt;Annexe du PV n°: BR..LL.119534/2007&lt;br /&gt;DC - date: 17/09/2007&lt;br /&gt;PROCES-VERBAL D'AUDITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualité de l'interessé(e): Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous, ROOSENBOOM Martine, Inspecteur principal de la police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP5339 entendons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom: LEINWEBER Sergey&lt;br /&gt;Né à Douchanbe/Union d.Rép.SOc. le 15/04/1980&lt;br /&gt;Nationalité: Belgique&lt;br /&gt;Etat civil: célibataire&lt;br /&gt;Profession: sans profession&lt;br /&gt;Domicilié à 1000 BRUXELLES, Rue de l'Association 53, Belgique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me présente en vos services pour déposer plaine pour le vol de mes documents d'identité.&lt;br /&gt;Vous signalez que je suis signalé à rechercher dans le cadre d'une disparition de Fond'Roy. Il est&lt;br /&gt;exact que j'ai quitté l'institution en questoin dans la journée du 05/09/2007 en sortie libre sans surveillance et le soir je ne suis pas rentréé à l'heure convenue. Raison pour laquelle le persdonnel m'a signalé manquant. J'ai été interpellé à mon domicile par la police et j'ai été ramené à l'institution le 06/09/2077.&lt;br /&gt;Durant mon absence je n'ai commis aucun fait répréhensible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-1971297851895475909?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1971297851895475909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=1971297851895475909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/1971297851895475909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/1971297851895475909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/police-de-bruxelles-capitale-ixelles.html' title='Police de Bruxelles CAPITALE Ixelles ZP5339  BR..LL.119534/2007'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-673075911880959140</id><published>2007-12-05T02:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:38:01.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A la bien</title><content type='html'>MARSEILLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A la bien cousin,la famille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refrain: envoi le mic a marseille on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les mecs en bas des bloc on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les frangins enfermés on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;La famille ou la bien tu a compri (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma jeunesse passe des nuits a se tuer à PES, à grater des fesses sur msn ou myspace&lt;br /&gt;elle casse sa tirelire pour enrichir Konami ,elle consume plus d'herbe que les vaches de Kamini&lt;br /&gt;elle balade son stress sur des TN ou en Converse, elle avance dans la vie sans avoir de GPS&lt;br /&gt;elle pert son calme quand Sarko ouvre la bouche, comme pour sauver le monde Bush enfile sa cape rouge&lt;br /&gt;elle est kahlouch, bougnoule ou gawri, elle rêve de vivre en cosmopolitanie&lt;br /&gt;elle a le monde comme voisin de palier, et sa s'entend dans sa maniére de parler&lt;br /&gt;elle aime se saper, draguer, chambrer,s'tapé des barres de rire avec l'amitié&lt;br /&gt;elle gagne sa vie en nettoyant le Mcdo, et quand elle drible c'est la jogua Bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: envoi le mic a marseille on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les mecs en bas des blocs on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les soeurs ki se préserve on lfait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;J'te jure (ou la bien) cousin (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour toute la jeunesse de france on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les frangins enfermés on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour mes amis sur myspace on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;La famille ou la bien t'a compri (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une nouvelle paire de basket, (normal c'est l'Aïd)&lt;br /&gt;mes grands fréres perdent la tête, (normal c'est la wid)&lt;br /&gt;en petite equipe (wooo),on rode en bolide(wooo),tous ces mec qui envient,&lt;br /&gt;ça se (branche sur les fille)&lt;br /&gt;un controle de flic, pour gacher la nic&lt;br /&gt;je fume pa de shit ni de malboro light&lt;br /&gt;quand passe une biche on tchatch comme hitch&lt;br /&gt;et sur la corniche on s'imagine riche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu t'es fais pointer en boite t'inquiéte ya du son dans le clio (éoo),&lt;br /&gt;ici dés qu'il est 8 heure hamid nous fait tourné le néo (éoo),&lt;br /&gt;ici les shmits tapent dans la surface, mais je n'est jamais trouvé de péno (éoo)&lt;br /&gt;et quand sa joue dans le gymnase, on diré le barsa (faut qu'tu voi ça)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: envoi le mic a marseille on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les mecs en bas des blocs on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les soeurs ki se préserve on lfait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;J'te jure (ou la bien) cousin (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour toute la jeunesse de france on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les frangins enfermés on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour mes amis sur myspace on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;La famille ou la bien t'a compri (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je vis sous le soleil de Marseille pas de Saint tropez&lt;br /&gt;là où tu véra les clichés, de mister boskapé&lt;br /&gt;chaloupé a la 2pac chacour,&lt;br /&gt;chez moi les p'tites embroulles à la Rocancour&lt;br /&gt;chez moi les grands fréres sont tous au zagué,&lt;br /&gt;ici les flics se prennent pour viguemaqué&lt;br /&gt;certaines femmes te parlent comme des hommes, crachent comme des hommes, s'battent comme des hommes&lt;br /&gt;MAIS MAIS MAIS MAIS comment veux tu les draguer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est dedicacé a tous les quartiers marseillés (éoo),&lt;br /&gt;c'est dedicacé a toute la jeunesse oubliée (éoo),&lt;br /&gt;c'est dédicacé a toutes les familles isolées(éoo)&lt;br /&gt;sopra m'baba est là pour représenter tout ça (faut qu'tu voi ça)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: envoi le mic a marseille on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les mecs en bas des blocs on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les soeurs ki se préserve on lfait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;J'te jure (ou la bien) cousin (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour toute la jeunesse de france on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour les frangins enfermés on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;Pour mes amis sur myspace on l'fait (a la bien)&lt;br /&gt;La famille ou la bien t'a compri (a la bien)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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bien'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-3793548746331463103</id><published>2007-12-05T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:33:26.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless the topless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tit4"&gt; God bless the topless&lt;br /&gt;écarte toé les fesses&lt;br /&gt;si t'es une bonne chienne&lt;br /&gt;ma slacker ta laisse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Après une cire moi j'me tire , ca s'apelle l'amour magique , j'disparait , mort de rire , le meilleur truc&lt;br /&gt;j't'entend déjà dire : ''y pense y'enk avec sa dick'' ben oui pis pendant que j't'écoute pas j'analyse ton physique...&lt;br /&gt;vois-tu j'te mets comme un gant pis j'te botte comme l'italie , j'te fourre comme un crosseur pis ca me fait pas un plie , vient pas me parler d'amour COLISS t'a rien compris !&lt;br /&gt;j'm'apelle pas gilles vigneault , mon nom c'est V.I.C&lt;br /&gt;tu dis que tu me comprends pas , ca tombe ben moé c'est pareille ...mais j'men fais pas avec ca demain c'est ma main ou mireille..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God bless the topless&lt;br /&gt;écarte toé les fesses&lt;br /&gt;si t'es une bonne chienne&lt;br /&gt;ma slacker ta laisse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moé c'est richard moé j'aime les chars pis le baseball , j'fume des gros pétards pis j'bois juste qu'au last call CRISS DE BATARD! woooo bébé pompe moé le dard , m'a fermer les stores , m'en va manger ton nénuphar ..c'est V.C apelle moé le gros lebonski , j'te rentre mon micro comme un cigare dans le lewinski ..maniaque sexuelle , j'tolère pas le poil , pas plus sur le mont de V que en dessous des aisselles...mesdemoiselles enfilez vos jartelles , mon déanchement dure plus longtemps qu'une pile duracell , j'ai le dessus cuivré , dit-moi pas que t'en peux plus c'est le moment rêvé pour t'a crisser dans le cul , un 69 ou ben donc par en avant , par en arrière c'est l'enfer dans le cul de lara fabian !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God bless the topless&lt;br /&gt;écarte toi les fesses&lt;br /&gt;si t'es une bonne chienne&lt;br /&gt;ma slacker ta laisse* 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Yo les filles ! c'est le temps de vous roulez la bille , j'ai deux grenades pis une grosse goupille.. criss de batard ! c'est black taboo coliss on est du bord des motards , fuck la police plein de pisse !!! tu vas manger notre marde , tu vas boire notre flu , ta mère les genous à terre a va nous manger l'cul, fack si t'es prêtte bébé baisse tes bobettes tu vas voir pourquoi qu'elles crient quand elles se font mettre... parce que c'est moé qui a le fouette , j'me ferai jamais dominer , emène z'en des brunettes , des rouquines , des blondys , m'en va toutes les mettre pis de toutes les côtés ...moé quand j'entends arrête c'est le temps de continuer , la dick entre les chicklets , tu vas tu toute avaler!? vient pas me dire que ca t'écoeure de l'avoir dans le mont de V , a grands coups dans le bonheur m'a te marteler le point G , tu noteras la date pis l'heure de la fois que t'a le plus crier , j'suis désolé bébé si t'es plus capable de marcher mais moi quand j'fais quelque chose je le fais pas a moitié&lt;br /&gt;la clique black taboo c'est d'être contreversé ...aweille la féministe vient icitte ma te percer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*god bless the topless&lt;br /&gt;écarte toé les fesses&lt;br /&gt;si t'es une bonne chienne&lt;br /&gt;ma slacker ta laisse&lt;br /&gt;si t'es une bonneeeeeee chienne ma slacker ta laisseeeee !!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the topless sa poudre , sa wess , miss liche la sueur de mes gosses jusqu'a mes fesses criss pisse [?...?] m'en va te décher dans face malgré ton refus ! bouge ton cul sale plotte , tu m'épate avec tes stepettes , ouvre ton cul malpropre que j't'éclatte a coups de kékétte , défonce ta fente , disloque tes hanches a coup de manche , faut que tu penche que j'avance , que j'fuck ta trance pis ca clanche ! Chérie ! oh comme j'aime tes ambitions mais surtout ton pussy a la creme de champignon ,qui me pousse à l'extase oh oui j'le bouffe , mais coliss bébé rase toé la touffe , tu fais des prouesse dans les cabarets toé t'es topless pis ca parait , entre tes fesses moé j'aparait , allez caresse toi la raie ! on va sniffer des track partout , craque de seins , black taboo , aweille la tabarnak a genou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*god bless the topless&lt;br /&gt;écarte toé les fesses&lt;br /&gt;si t'es une bonne chienne&lt;br /&gt;ma slacker ta laisse&lt;br /&gt;god bless the topless&lt;br /&gt;écarte toé les fesses&lt;br /&gt;si t'es une bonne chienne&lt;br /&gt;ma slacker ta laisse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aweille la féministe vient icitte ma te percer !&lt;br /&gt;aweille la féministe vient icitte ma te percer!&lt;br /&gt;aweille la féministe vient icitte ma te percer !&lt;br /&gt;aweille la féministe vient icitte ma te percer !&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-3793548746331463103?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=daE5bOnYNNY' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3793548746331463103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=3793548746331463103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3793548746331463103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/3793548746331463103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-bless-topless.html' title='God bless the topless'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-6144786554414628637</id><published>2007-08-10T02:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:06:20.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachid - el barrio</title><content type='html'>sp:Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;en:Je désire une femme&lt;br /&gt;ya que fuiste mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisiera describirte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una batalla perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como se cura un hombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y se cosen sus heridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con el hilo del olvido&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;creeme no te culpes&lt;br /&gt;por seguir al egoismo&lt;br /&gt;y asi tu corazón no sufre&lt;br /&gt;de lavar tu alma blanca&lt;br /&gt;y mi amor&lt;br /&gt;con el peor de los azufres&lt;br /&gt;que ha existido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;no vengo a darte lecciones&lt;br /&gt;solo vengo a recordarte&lt;br /&gt;que hacen falta dos cojones&lt;br /&gt;pa venir hasta aqui y enseñarte&lt;br /&gt;que por cada amor que rompes&lt;br /&gt;se cae la tinta de un poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;mueren todas las ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;apagandose el instinto&lt;br /&gt;que despierta tentaciones&lt;br /&gt;va cayendo en un avismo&lt;br /&gt;que se mezcla con colores&lt;br /&gt;y destruye la belleza&lt;br /&gt;que hay en el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta el momento&lt;br /&gt;que te invade el silencio&lt;br /&gt;y pides a los cielos&lt;br /&gt;que salve el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;que no te mortifiquen&lt;br /&gt;y que no te traten de necio&lt;br /&gt;que se apiaden&lt;br /&gt;de tu alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;dejaré que te enfrentas&lt;br /&gt;no a guardianes ni cupidos&lt;br /&gt;que viven en las tinieblas&lt;br /&gt;de cosas que yo he querido&lt;br /&gt;he vivido y he sentido&lt;br /&gt;como nadie en esta tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;ni mi sombra&lt;br /&gt;me acompaña&lt;br /&gt;porque cree&lt;br /&gt;que soy un cobarde&lt;br /&gt;que no te mira a la cara&lt;br /&gt;lo que vengo es&lt;br /&gt;a recordarte&lt;br /&gt;para que jamás ya juegues&lt;br /&gt;con esta misma moneda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;hoy me siento&lt;br /&gt;mas maestro&lt;br /&gt;le enseño la vida&lt;br /&gt;que habra algun siniestro&lt;br /&gt;que comienza&lt;br /&gt;con heridas&lt;br /&gt;de esas que duelen por dentro&lt;br /&gt;y destruyen&lt;br /&gt;la belleza&lt;br /&gt;que hay en el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;yo me iré&lt;br /&gt;con el viento&lt;br /&gt;la conciencia&lt;br /&gt;muy tranquila&lt;br /&gt;de decir&lt;br /&gt;lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;cuando rinda cuentas&lt;br /&gt;con el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;todo sea como&lt;br /&gt;un mal sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;no vengo a darte lecciones&lt;br /&gt;solo vengo a recordarte&lt;br /&gt;que hacen falta dos cojones&lt;br /&gt;para venir hasta aqui y enseñarte&lt;br /&gt;que por cada amor que rompes&lt;br /&gt;se cae la tinta de un poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;mueren todas las ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;apagandose el instinto&lt;br /&gt;que despierta tentaciones&lt;br /&gt;va cayendo en un abismo&lt;br /&gt;que se mezcla con colores&lt;br /&gt;y destruye la belleza&lt;br /&gt;que hay en el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el amor, el amor...&lt;br /&gt;ay amor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida enemiga&lt;br /&gt;ya que fuiste mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;quisiera describirte&lt;br /&gt;una batalla perdida&lt;br /&gt;como se cura un hombre&lt;br /&gt;y se cosen sus heridas&lt;br /&gt;con el hilo del olvido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved enemy since you were my friend it wanted describirte a lost battle as a man cures itself and their wounds with the thread of the forgetfulness stick close to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-6144786554414628637?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6144786554414628637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=6144786554414628637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6144786554414628637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6144786554414628637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/08/rachid-el-barrio.html' title='Rachid - el barrio'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-6841011180067507912</id><published>2007-07-20T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:44:04.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lais, De poorter</title><content type='html'>http://www.lyricsdownload.com/lais-de-reiziger-lyrics.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my draft translation of the De Poorter song.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to work on it. Any remarks will be gratefully accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe poorter laat er mij toch in , ik heb geen geld geen haven&lt;br /&gt;en: com'on body, let me in, i have no money and home&lt;br /&gt;Mijn vrouw en kinderen zijn dood , ik heb ze zelf begraven&lt;br /&gt;en:my wife and children are dead, i've buried them myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik zie de torens van de stad , ze dagen in het oosten&lt;br /&gt;en:i see the towers of the town, there they are in the east&lt;br /&gt;Ik wou dat ik er vrienden had die mij er konden troosten&lt;br /&gt;en:i wish I had some firends able to console me&lt;br /&gt;Ik ben al veertien jaar op reis , wil mij onderdak geven&lt;br /&gt;en:since 14 years I wander Earth, would you host me for a while?&lt;br /&gt;Een stukje brood een beker wijn , het is mij om het even&lt;br /&gt;en:A piece of bread or a glass of wine and that'll make my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe poorter laat er mij toch in , ik heb geen geld geen haven&lt;br /&gt;Mijn vrouw en kinderen zijn dood , ik heb ze zelf begraven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik loop al heel mijn leven lang door bes en veld en heide&lt;br /&gt;en:i've been wandering my whole life: forests, fields&lt;br /&gt;Ik jaag met wolven en ik slaap aan de berin haar zijde&lt;br /&gt;en:I hunt with wolves en I sleep with bears&lt;br /&gt;Dit zoeken duurt al veel te lang , wil mij ervan verlossen&lt;br /&gt;en: but my search has taken too long, it took my life&lt;br /&gt;Dus kom en steek mij dood mijn vriend , begraaf mij in de bossen&lt;br /&gt;en: so take my sword and kill me. Bury me in the forests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe poorter laat er mij toch in , ik heb geen geld geen haven&lt;br /&gt;Mijn vrouw en kinderen zijn dood , ik heb ze zelf begraven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik weet niet veel ja dat is waar maar 'k weet wat er zal komen&lt;br /&gt;en: I know little that's true but I know how it'll end&lt;br /&gt;De oorlog naakt , het uur is daar ja , 'k zag het in mijn dromen&lt;br /&gt;en:the war is here, the hour is right, i saw it in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Ik zag het branden in de stad , de kerken en de huizen&lt;br /&gt;en: i saw the city burning. Churches and houses&lt;br /&gt;De duivel brandde alles plat , de mensen en de muizen&lt;br /&gt;en: are burnt by devil. People and mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe poorter laat er mij toch in , ik heb geen geld geen haven&lt;br /&gt;Mijn vrouw en kinderen zijn dood , ik heb ze zelf begraven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik zag verwoesting en geweld , de grond die zag ik beven&lt;br /&gt;en: I saw destruction and violence. I felt the earth trembling&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb er U nu van verteld , wil mij een stuiver geven&lt;br /&gt;en:I told you my story, give me a cent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-6841011180067507912?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6841011180067507912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=6841011180067507912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6841011180067507912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6841011180067507912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/lais-de-poorter.html' title='Lais, De poorter'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-6515030435340513379</id><published>2007-07-08T06:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T04:14:00.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of "Memento" (2000)</title><content type='html'>I was really impressed by the movie Memento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you an idea how impressed I was, you'd better first explore &lt;a href="http://www.otnemem.com/launch_otn.html"&gt;the official movie site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not yet been on &lt;a href="http://www.otnemem.com/launch_otn.html"&gt;the official movie site&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.otnemem.com/launch_otn.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to visit first  &lt;a href="http://www.otnemem.com/launch_otn.html"&gt;the official movie sit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.otnemem.com/launch_otn.html"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case, you still  have not explored a bit the &lt;a href="http://www.otnemem.com/launch_otn.html"&gt;the official movie site&lt;/a&gt;, please don't read further because you're ridiculous  and dumb. It's a diagnose not a symptom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you're still here and you've been on the site and you don't have a clue about what's going on, then maybe it is because you are supposed to have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0209144/"&gt;IMDB ranking 8.6/10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-6515030435340513379?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6515030435340513379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=6515030435340513379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6515030435340513379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/6515030435340513379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/review-of-momento-2000.html' title='Review of &quot;Memento&quot; (2000)'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-475678468945223622</id><published>2007-07-05T04:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T05:01:37.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny tennis photos from MTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.be/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.be&amp;captions=1&amp;amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.be%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbelgampaul%2Falbumid%2F5083529468543644865%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.menstennisforums.com/"&gt;MTF&lt;/a&gt; stands for Men's Tennis Forums and it's a place where a lot of hardcore tennis fans gather  together to talk about tennis. I've been visiting it since 2005 though I'm pretty passive on it.&lt;br /&gt;There are some hilarious threads that worth looking at even for tennis dummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such great thread is for sure  &lt;a href="http://www.menstennisforums.com/showthread.php?t=8357"&gt;funny tennis pictures&lt;/a&gt; started back in 2004. But it's too long for a casual visitor to go through all pages (soon more than 400). So I decided to grab the most neutral and the funnies photos from there to share with my friends. I hope you'll have a good laugh ;) without spending hours on the forum but still the forum's thread is better. People comment on photos and make up even long stories for some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-475678468945223622?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/475678468945223622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=475678468945223622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/475678468945223622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/475678468945223622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-tennis-photos-from-mtf.html' title='Funny tennis photos from MTF'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-5051932852737169967</id><published>2007-06-29T03:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T04:51:45.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Linux vs Windows</title><content type='html'>After nearly four years of working with these 2 operating systems, I 've come to  some important conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linux is a  stable operating system. To bring Linux down you have to be ignorant. To bring Windows down you may have a degree in computer science but still there's  a good chance that the system will go down or won't reboot normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've installed so many different programs under Windows that the all programs menu would show only the programs starting with A to R. Some of them are integrated with the&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windows_Shell"&gt; windows shell&lt;/a&gt; as tightly as you can imagine and that is not a nice thing to have. That means that any program installed program may change your operating system as it likes. Think a little bit about viruses and then you'll understand why Windows is so vulnerable. IE explorer is an example of a badly written software that exposes not only your Internet browser to a number of malicious attacks but also the whole operating system. If you're concerned about the safety of your data you won't use IE but any other alternative browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every operating system written before Windows Vista is a perfect way to expose your PC to the hackers. I know little about Vista's security bit as far as I know it's more secure that Windows XP but still the Microsoft security policy is more about security by obscurity that anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, OK, I don't like Windows but is there a real alternative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linux is very good as servers platform but it remains a platform for geeks. If you don't know what a variable is or a configuration file you'd better not start using it. People wouldn't want to waste their time to learn what the  root user is. And if you don't know English you should basically forget that Linux exists. Administering Linux is just too much for non English speaking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem with Linux that it was not a desktop OS from the beginning. I've tested the latest &lt;a href="http://www.plaxo.com/"&gt;Plaxo&lt;/a&gt; site with Web 2.0 features and its certainly several times slower in Firefox for Linux (&lt;a href="http://www.kubuntu.org/"&gt;Kubuntu&lt;/a&gt;) than in Windows though it works correctly. Adobe doesn't  support Linux either, so you forget about Dreamweaver and Photoshop and use instead Kate and and GIMP. Kate is a good replacement for Notepad but GIMP is just too counter intuitive to use it professionally. In short, Linux is for servers and not for desktop applications. I liked the very true statement about installing software on Mac OS, Windows and Linux. To install a program in Linux you have to follow a HOWTO (there's no guarantee  that a particular Linux HOWTO works on your Linux distribution), in Windows one usually needs to download and then execute a setup.exe file, and Mac OS you simply drag and drop a program (don't ask me how 'coz I know nothing about Mac OS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would personally prefer a Mac OS 'coz it's a kind of Linux system (actually based on BSD) and it's a desktop oriented system. Windows is not so bad but it should prevent access to the Windows Shell (the worst program ever, IMHO). And Linux in a span of couple of years may change the way people look at it thanks to Ubuntu. Not Debian but Ubuntu. It's the only distribution targeted at normal people that have life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-5051932852737169967?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5051932852737169967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=5051932852737169967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5051932852737169967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5051932852737169967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/06/linux-vs-windows.html' title='Linux vs Windows'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-4810127389140978808</id><published>2007-06-27T04:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T05:49:11.348+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un île se fait manger par des crustacés</title><content type='html'>Le titre n'est pas du tout exagéré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na016000p_size6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na016000p_size6.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 172px;" src="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na016000p_size6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un île près de la côte du Japon est en train de disparaître grâce à une armée de crustacés qui creusent des trous dans la terre et dans la pierre et ont déjà provoqué la disparition des sommets des montagnes les plus hautes  de l'île.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Île rocheuse  de Hoboro (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;à droite la photo prise entre 1955 et 1965&lt;/span&gt;) est devenue un lieu d'incubation pour d'énormes nombres de créatures connues dans le japonais comme nanatsuba-kotsubumushi, un type d'isopod. Le nombre montant d'insectes a attiré l'attention des chercheurs  locaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na017000p_size6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na017000p_size6.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 184px;" src="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na017000p_size6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"C'est rare, même sur l' échelle globale, entendre de l'érosion biologique qui a procédé sur une si grande échelle et à un pas si rapide pour changer le paysage d'une île," a dit Yuji Okimura, un professeur émérite à l'Université d'Hiroshima (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;à droite une photo récente de la même île&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selon les dossiers de terrain d'Île de Hoboro compilée en 1928, l'île était 120 mètres de long et son point le plus haut s'est levé à 21.9 mètres au-dessus du niveau marin. Dans une photo prise entre environ 1955 et 1965, l'île avait deux pics rocheux et la végétation grandissait sur le sur les plus hauts de pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant, pourtant, le plus haut pic a presque complètement disparu, il reste seulement une protubérance rocheuse d'environ 6 mètres de haut. À cause de cela, la plupart de l'île est complètement submergée à la marée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na018000p_size6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na018000p_size6.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 180px;" src="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/images/20070626p2a00m0na018000p_size6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Les résidents locaux avaient dit que l'île devenait  plus petite après chaque typhon. L'année dernière, Okimura et d'autres chercheurs ont étudié l'île de près. Ils ont trouvé que des insectes nanatsuba-kotsubumushi, qui ont envahi l'île,  font  beaucoup de des trous dans la roche  pour  préparer leurs nids.  L'île est principalement composé de tuf, une roche formée par l'accumulation de projections volcaniques de petite taille emprisonnant parfois des fragments de plus grosse taille, et les trous que les crustacés ont faits expose l'île à la mer, qui emporte la roche au large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le même phénomène n'a pas été observé sur d'autres îles à la proximité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Je suppose que la nature du terrain sur l'Île de Hoboro est molle, qui rend facile de creuser des trous. De plus sur l'île les insectes retrouvent l'abondance de  nourriture." - a dit Okimura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c'est une traduction en français &lt;a href="http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/20070626p2a00m0na015000c.html"&gt;du texte en anglais&lt;/a&gt; que j'ai faite pour mes amis francophones)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-4810127389140978808?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mdn.mainichi-msn.co.jp/national/news/20070626p2a00m0na015000c.html' title='Un île se fait manger par des crustacés'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4810127389140978808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=4810127389140978808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4810127389140978808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4810127389140978808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-le-se-fait-manger-par-des-crustacs.html' title='Un île se fait manger par des crustacés'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-5840058428930739681</id><published>2007-06-25T03:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:58:11.148+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google panoramio sacrifice'/><title type='text'>Panaramio (Google Earth's photo layer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abstract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panoramio"&gt;Panoramio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geographic_coordinate_system" title="Geographic coordinate system"&gt;location aware&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photo_sharing" title="Photo sharing"&gt;photo sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; website. Currently, some of the location-tagged photos uploaded to the site can be accessed as a layer in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_Earth" title="Google Earth"&gt;Google Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, with new photos being added at the end of every month.&lt;/span&gt; (wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So the whole idea is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;. You probably have a bunch of photos with some astonishingly beautiful in your opinion landscape, townscape or cityscape on it. You wouldn't probably rush to print them because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't print them anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;those photos are your memories about places and sights but their are not really private so it's of little value for most of people around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you wait until the moment you can make a nice photo album from after having collected more material&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In the meantime, you can share some of your memories with a large community of Goolge Earth users and a smaller community of Panoramio users, that will be shortly added to the growing Google Empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see your own pictures in Google Earth :)  after some time. Now it takes in average 15 days before photo materials are published to Google Earth.  Quite soon there could be no delay whatsoever after Google's acquisition of Panoramio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VidU7vK7lMY/Rn8gZ8jnujI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nqI7JbJ3Uv4/s1600-h/klutsis1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VidU7vK7lMY/Rn8gZ8jnujI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nqI7JbJ3Uv4/s320/klutsis1930.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VidU7vK7lMY/Rn8gZ8jnujI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nqI7JbJ3Uv4/s320/klutsis1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079814534821558834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, now you can argue the fact that it's a complete waste of your time. Well, there's a fact that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; some of your time to a very large Internet community. Just keep in mind that all pictures in Google Earth are uploaded by a smaller part of the same large Internet community. Why not to contribute to the good deed of saving our memories???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you get back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; ( read photo materials) are stored not on your unreliable hard drives but in Data Centers where a mechanical failure in a hard drive does not lead to a loss of data which is stored on a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RAID"&gt;RAID&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;better services in Google Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easy sharing&lt;/span&gt; with your friends. It can become as easy as integrating an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rss_feed"&gt;RSS feed&lt;/a&gt; into your favorite &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rss_reader#List_of_Aggregators"&gt;News Reader&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you don't contribute it's  OK too.  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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNncdGnkpMs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNncdGnkpMs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banned Commercial - Condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nojWJ6-XmeQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nojWJ6-XmeQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali-G Drugs (good knowledge of english is required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqZKW1WEVlM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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Belgique'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-7290415999910732472</id><published>2007-06-21T02:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T05:16:55.275+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hague vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation in The Hague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbelgampaul%2Falbumid%2F5077847731857764545%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to Brussels after almost a week in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hague"&gt;The Hague&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a week off from my PC and the setting around me. Last days before the 14th of July I was preparing the defense of the internship at Institute Jules Bordet. IMHO, I successfully defended my work though not everything went smoothly but it's another story. Lucy and I celebrated my graduation from ESI really humbly. We went to a place famous for the quality of their fries (frieten). I don't remember the  name of place but if you're curious where it is &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;q=brussels&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;t=h&amp;om=1&amp;ll=50.837001,4.381587&amp;spn=0.002785,0.007296&amp;z=17&amp;iwloc=addr"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. It's something called like frietjes at Jourdanplein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some research, the name of the place is &lt;a href="http://www.hollyeats.com/MaisonAntoine.htm"&gt;Maison Antoine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was a wee bit disappointed with the quality. It was just too greasy for me. We took only fries and nothing else. After 5 minutes of enjoying those fries and having eaten only the 3rd of the packet, I felt like I would most probably not be able to finish even the half of the frietjes mountain. And I didn't. I even couldn't  finish my glass of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_beer"&gt;white beer&lt;/a&gt;. It tasted badly and it was not a &lt;a href="http://hoegaarden.com/nl/productinfo_witbier.html"&gt;Hoegaarden&lt;/a&gt;. So after having fueled ourselves with some unhealthy food mixed with some beer, we left the Jourdanplein and went back home through light rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was over and I felt free.  For the 1st time since a long time I had nothing to worry about. No more slow servers, no more writing, no need to find a workaround for an old Internet Explorer 6 bug. It was time to go off-line for a moment. I didn't  sleep enough the previous days so I went to bed like normal people do at 0:30 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was called by ESI's librarian who said that "Le rapport" (nearly 1000 pages) should be printed 3 times. One for the school, one for I can't remember who, and one for the enterprise. To print 1000 pages on a fast printer takes about 30 minutes under condition that there's enough paper. Fortunately there was enough though not easily accessible. So I quickly went to &lt;a href="http://www.dynaprint.be/pages/introf.html"&gt;DynaPrint&lt;/a&gt; to bind 4 volumes of my report. I paid something like 25 euros for binding 3 small and one big volumes and for printing 4 covers in color. IMHO, it was a bit expensive. You pay for Flemish support probably 'coz the place is run by Flemish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done with DynaPrint at 11:00 A.M. and left the place for the school, where I dropped the 2nd copy of "Le rapport" and then walked to the Institute to tidy up my bureau and turn off the development system (PC at work). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked a bit to William, Koffi, Ranga and Philippe, each time tête-à-tête.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Den Haag CS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRkVSiE3N_8"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRkVSiE3N_8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-7290415999910732472?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-733088733517423305</id><published>2007-06-13T01:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:16:30.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I go for a dedicated server?</title><content type='html'>I'll probably buy a dedicated server to host my site and my potential clients' sites (web applications).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to choose for a dedicated server&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;saves on your electricity bill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guaranteed uptime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fast upload and download, customers don't like slow connections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saves your bandwidth, hence your ISP bill is lower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makes a clear difference between the development environment and the production environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can host other client sites, hence make money out of your server&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can install just what you need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My requirements are:&lt;br /&gt;root access, enough memory to use a J2EE application server, enough disk space to host sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a couple of dedicated server providers but they all seem to be a little bit expensive (around 70 USD).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-733088733517423305?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/733088733517423305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=733088733517423305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/733088733517423305'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Presentation des projets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;ZC et l'application Transport de Patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Dossier médical sur PDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Standard ANSI HL7 CDA 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Application Gestion des courses sur CodeIgniter (MVC framework)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Choix du web framework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Analyse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Implémentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Démo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Prise de signes vitaux du patient sur PDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Choix du PDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Choix de la technologie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h4&gt;CF .NET &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;C#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;VB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;C++/CLI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h4&gt;J2ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Java&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h4&gt;HTTP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Choix de l'approche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Application Web Classique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Client léger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Web browser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h4&gt;GUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Client lourd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Avec des librairies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h4&gt;SOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h1&gt;GUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Client Léger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Three-tier architecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Analyse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Implémentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Démo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Projets supplémentaires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;XMLValidator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Difficultés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;DB2/400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;implémente les spécifications &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;L'IJB considère l'adaptation de l'architecture SOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meilleurs performances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;utilisation plus optimale de ressources (CPU, RAM, HD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maintenance plus facile =&amp;gt; gain du temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Q &amp;amp; A &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-4824173938079892064?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4824173938079892064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=4824173938079892064' title='0 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/&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Win-R&lt;/span&gt; key combination to open the run dialog       (Win is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windows_key"&gt;windows key&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; type in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mspaint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ctrl-V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;key combination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to paste the picture into the mspaint program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the screenshot contains unwanted details you can edit it in mspaint using standard tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. 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How can I remove all of them as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;esc&gt;:g/^ *$/d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: There is a space after the '^' and before the '*'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to remove documentation from  httpd.conf within vi?&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;    Delete all lines starting with the # sign&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;esc&gt;:.,$s/^#.*$//g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    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http://picasaweb.google.com/belgampaul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-8822984560369784385?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pages.google.com/manager/belgampaul/' title='Updates on sites'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8822984560369784385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=8822984560369784385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/8822984560369784385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/8822984560369784385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/03/updates-on-sites.html' title='Updates on sites'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-2650866052543304294</id><published>2007-03-04T22:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:40:12.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Word 2007 publish to Blog functionality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Abstract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how I test Word 2007 blogging functionality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Testing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it works than it sounds great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-2650866052543304294?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2650866052543304294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=2650866052543304294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/2650866052543304294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/2650866052543304294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/03/testing-word-2007-publish-to-blog.html' title='Testing Word 2007 publish to Blog functionality'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-7059367539115553710</id><published>2007-02-15T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:34:52.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4ième jour de stage</title><content type='html'>4ième jour de stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat entre moi et Jaime. Q&amp;A Comment ca se passe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;moi je sais pas, c'est pas facile pour moi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;comme je fais mon stage pres de nivelles /S&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;ca prend bcp de temps pour faire la navette  ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;non 25 minutes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;comme pour aller a l'ecole&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;tu prends le train?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;non, je vais en voiture avec un collegue&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;et comment se passe ton stage?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;interessant?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;raconte moi un peu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;oui, ca a l'air dur.. un gros cahier de charges..  pour l'instant j'ai fait que me former un peu&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;càd?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;ils ont une application de planification&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="system1st"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);"&gt;Sent at 8:08 PM on  Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="systemNth"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;Sent at 8:09 PM on  Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;moi je vais faire une partie de l'applicatione  nweb&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;mais la bd est monstroueuse.. presque 300 tables&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="system1st"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;End of messages received  while you were offline at 8:11 PM on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;chez nous c'est encore pire. quelque milliers de tables  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;en fait il y a un web service fait en c#&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;dans une DB2 qui tourne sur AS/400.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;un projet java qui consome et un projet  coldfusion qui est l'application web&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;C# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;/S&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;:S&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;moi je touche pas a C#&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;ca va, c'est pas trop dur&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;c'est du coldfusion avec xml et xslt, et  java&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;et t'as dja une idée comment tu vas faire  ça?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;j'ai fait un planning... je dois faire 18 UC en  total.. un tous les 4 jours +/-&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;avec analyse et tests&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;amai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;le probleme c'est de rentrer dans un projet deja  a moitie.. avec toutes les conventions et tout.. ils utilisent une espece de  MVC.. c'est fusebox&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;oui, j'ai toucé un peu à ça :), c'est du  fun&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;et koi ils font ce projet pour eux?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;ou pour un client?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;mais sinon l'ambiance es chouette.. j'ai a manger  et a boire gratos et les gens sont sympa&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;pour clients&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;et y a combien de programmeur-analystes  là?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;10 mais dans differents projets&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;et toi? ca se passe bien?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;y a aussi un sysadmin quelque part?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;uhmmm j'imagine lol&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;koi, y a pas un petit parc de pcs là?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;quelques centaines de swithcs?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;il y a quelques pcs.. mais je suis un developpeur  mtn lol&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;et koi tu bosse sans cesse ou lis un peu ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;pour l'instant je lis coldfusion.. c'est ce qui  ma propose mon maitre de stage pour la premiere semaine&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;et de temps en temps il m'explique comment ca marche le  projet&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;je dois te laisser, je vais diner&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;si tu passes voir tes points regarde les miens aussi  stp&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Sergey: &lt;/span&gt;oki )&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;a+&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Jaime: &lt;/span&gt;a++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-7059367539115553710?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/7059367539115553710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=7059367539115553710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7059367539115553710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/7059367539115553710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/02/4ime-jour-de-stage.html' title='4ième jour de stage'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-5872751815144075431</id><published>2007-02-10T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:59:21.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost TV Series</title><content type='html'>first off, I'm not a TV series fan.  I never watch them  and will not to except for this this one called LOST. Jaime, a friend of mine, have been watching it and I just decided to relax a bit during a week off so I watched the first 2 seasons of the show in 3 days, basically uninterrupted.  And than added  the 7 episodes  of  the 3rd season to my lame trophies chamber. Whatever, don't judge me. I know it's a waste of time but it was planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the beginning of the show. That's why I've continued to watch. I liked its action and thrilling situations and a nice plot. The characters development was not bad with all their flashback memories prior to their plane crash on a deserted island somewhere in the pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though flashbacks get annoying after a while because it slows down the action on the island. The tensity gets back at the end of the seasons but is at its low at the mid-season episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that the show is planned for 5-6 seasons!!! And that's like too much. The ABC network starts gradually losing their audience because of their greed to make money from the show.&lt;br /&gt;I also read that the shows is supposed to have a finale, or at least the producers have clue how it will end.  I hope it will end  with an ending and not just stop because of unwillingness to put money in it from the ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good show and the idea would make a nice movie (6-7 hours?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'd recommend it to anybody because it takes too long to watch but anyways I'd not object somebody watching it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-5872751815144075431?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5872751815144075431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=5872751815144075431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5872751815144075431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/5872751815144075431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-tv-series.html' title='Lost TV Series'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-4088194578004924165</id><published>2007-02-01T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:59:21.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The school is not over yet</title><content type='html'>It could have not been worst than this. I got 5/20 for the "Entreprise Organisation" course.&lt;br /&gt;That means that I'm 99,99% sure that I won't get the diplome in june as I hoped I would.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know at whom I'm pissed off the most. There's a little bit of my fault there too but I'd say 80% is certainly not my fault. I attended 80% of lectures of the course that has NOTHING to do with the comuter science and unfortunately our lovely professor spent most of his time talking about God knows what and then at the last 2 lectures he had come with some calculations he gave us later at the exam. The thing that pissed me off the most was that he didn't even bother to make available an example of his past exam questions. I think it's because the questions were REALLY simple and it would garantee a good success rate. So just to make the results more credible he needed that sort of approach. Don't let everybody get a 18+/20. Cmon, you just stole three months of my life and added 3 more months of humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would be above 70% for the semester and close to 80% or above 80% for the year and then I would not get the diploma for my profession because of a stupid course and intentionally created difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh all this stuff. In the WORST group of people I've ever been I'm the last.&lt;br /&gt;You have to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, in my 1st year I had the same professor for the file theory (cours de FICHIERS) and I got 8/20. And I was studying that subject as never before. Of course there was absolutely no example of what his exam would look like. Not the slightest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to conclude there aren't always bad students but there are also some bad teachers. I've had a bunch of them this year and after 20 years of studying I can tell the difference between 2 sorts after 2 classes (first doesn't count 'coz more often than not an introduction to the subject).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, nevermind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-4088194578004924165?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4088194578004924165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=4088194578004924165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4088194578004924165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4088194578004924165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-is-not-over-yet.html' title='The school is not over yet'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-4302297988723283727</id><published>2007-01-23T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:55:35.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to '10 reasons not to get Vista' | APC Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://apcstart.com/5097/in_response_to_10_reasons_not_to_get_vista"&gt;In response to '10 reasons not to get Vista' | APC Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oof, i'm just getting more irritated at people who don't appreciate others' work. Every IT/ICT person knows that feature and price wise Linux is better than Windows. But Microsoft's clients are mostly not computer geeks or people with a degree in computer science. They do their best to let users do what they want without forcing them to learn what a kernel is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give Microsoft the credit for what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably there are a lot of reasons not to get Vista but in 1 year it'll be more widespread than any *nix. Linux will probably never be a mainstream desktop. It's just too technical for a normal user.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-4302297988723283727?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://apcstart.com/5097/in_response_to_10_reasons_not_to_get_vista' title='In response to &apos;10 reasons not to get Vista&apos; | APC Magazine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4302297988723283727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=4302297988723283727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4302297988723283727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/4302297988723283727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-response-to-10-reasons-not-to-get.html' title='In response to &apos;10 reasons not to get Vista&apos; | APC Magazine'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-1086790651879064756</id><published>2007-01-23T02:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:53:09.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows hangs at Mup.sys</title><content type='html'>I had to violently stop the XP and couldn't boot thereafter in any windows mode including safe mode (the boot sequence hungs at Mup.sys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite time to read the possible troubleshooting but i didn't try to boot from a  windows cd (just couldn't find it). i rebooted like 10 times at least and also changed the BIOS configuration for my processor - no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i just unplugged the cord from the pc , waited for about 30 seconds, plugged it back and then rebooted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it worked beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be quite a nasty problem and more often related to the hardware damage (RAM corrupted, USB devices not properly detected, damaged processor). Anyhow, before doing whatsover, the first thing to do is probably to unpower completely your pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wouldn't work in every case but it's pretty fast to try this. It certainly saved me quite some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-1086790651879064756?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1086790651879064756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=1086790651879064756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/1086790651879064756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/1086790651879064756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/01/windows-hangs-at-mupsys.html' title='Windows hangs at Mup.sys'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-1610123411836955370</id><published>2007-01-12T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:16:17.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>earthlights2_dmsp_big.jpg (JPEG Image, 2400x1200 pixels) - Scaled (42%)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/0011/earthlights2_dmsp_big.jpg"&gt;earthlights2_dmsp_big.jpg (JPEG Image, 2400x1200 pixels) - Scaled (42%)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentely I've been asked by tourists from Russia wether it's true that Brussels(Belgium) is the birightest city(country) as seen from the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not elegible to give any authorative answer to the question as i'm not an astranaut and not planning to become one in my lifespan 'coz I get unwell even in a car :), but of course living in Belgium I know how the highways are lit at night and of course the street and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave no clear answer to their question. I said "Well, it's certainly probable" or something of  that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not at ease because they expected a more clear answer but at the back of my mind i probably had the picture of the planet at night I had seen at some point before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just googled the "earth at night" and found a picture that could have been provided to them to throw away their doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Brussels and Belgium are not the most brightest places on earth seen from the space. The truth is that what is known as the "developed countries" produce  enormous amount of light at night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quilified enough to judge what region of earth is the proud winner of the-brightest-on-the- earth-at-night competition. However, I'm afraid one of the candidates for the prize could be Brussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not be an astranaut :-| but, you know, i can live with it and it doesn't make me upset very much. What upsets me is that i cannot see the sky at night  :-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-1610123411836955370?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/0011/earthlights2_dmsp_big.jpg' title='earthlights2_dmsp_big.jpg (JPEG Image, 2400x1200 pixels) - Scaled (42%)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1610123411836955370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=1610123411836955370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/1610123411836955370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/1610123411836955370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2007/01/earthlights2dmspbigjpg-jpeg-image.html' title='earthlights2_dmsp_big.jpg (JPEG Image, 2400x1200 pixels) - Scaled (42%)'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-116791505886354650</id><published>2007-01-04T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:50:58.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picasa-webalbums - belgampaul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/belgampaul"&gt;Picasa-webalbums - belgampaul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reinstalled Picasa today 'coz I needed some red eye editing on a picture. Well, the red eye was more or less corrected by the software and that is a neat feature in itself but as it often happens to me I got hooked on a new functionality of the program called webalbums.  It lets you upload up to 250 MB of image data to your account at webalbums. "It's niiice. I like".  What really impressed me is that you can add users who will receive a digest of the changes made to the album. Simply put you'll notify them on a regular basis about your new photos ( the same feat is available at google groups but with posts).  So no more sending emails with photos to my friends, they just visit my webalbum if they feel like doing it and the same is true for me if my friends create their webalbums and add me to the list of their users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, and now back to work. 3 Apps and 2 reports to make in 4 days. 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RSS powered by FeedBurner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RadRails"&gt;RadRails Podcast - RSS powered by FeedBurner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I made the tour of all mainstream webtechnolgies availble at this day and the good news is that I'm picking up easily new syntaxes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day there are 2 leaders .NET and J2EE. Both are solid platforms and use mainstream programming languages. Then after those two giants you have Macromedia with its technologies like Coldfusion, Flash and Flex. Flex looks really promising and would probably add some more guys to the army of developers at the cost of designers. Coz we don't need them that much having powerfool tools like Flex :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have perl,  php server-side languages and those should be popular coz they're simple and free. Personally I'm not a big fan perl and find that its syntax is a bit messy and PHP4 is not a OO language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got ruby on rails which is getting more and more popular  among developers due to its simple syntax and its purely OO  model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude I would point out that among new comers rails is the biggest winner and every above-mentioned techologies will try to imitate rails framework on their respective territory if they haven't already done that. Coldfusion community is alive with coldfsion on wheels http://www.cube6media.com/weblog/entry/2005/11/14/coldfusion-on-wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and php developers are also there and java developers are too but it looks clumsy on those platforms. It can be explained by the nature of the languages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoR is a young framework but it has already produced a tremendous response from the developers' communities coming fron different platforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113336412601098795?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113336412601098795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113336412601098795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113336412601098795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113336412601098795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/radrails-podcast-rss-powered-by.html' title='RadRails Podcast - RSS powered by FeedBurner'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113289220500233401</id><published>2005-11-25T05:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:16:45.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://192.168.0.10:8080/AINProject/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just happy to tell that i set up again my email server and solved the relaying problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on a new version of my site as usual more or less personal project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113289220500233401?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113289220500233401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113289220500233401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113289220500233401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113289220500233401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-happy-to-tell-that-i-set-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113277252954373135</id><published>2005-11-23T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:02:09.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to keep alive in this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://livedocs.macromedia.com/coldfusion/7/htmldocs/wwhelp/wwhimpl/common/html/wwhelp.htm?context=ColdFusion_Documentation&amp;amp;file=part_cfm.htm"&gt;ColdFusion MX 7 -- cflogin -- Version 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been recently pretty busy reading and trying out some computer technologies and the more i know the more i want to know :) i guess it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm losing my hair it's a big news for me&lt;br /&gt;but there are some cool pills outhere to stop getting bald working at the harmonal level. Propecia or something like that. It seems to work as their producers claim. I would certainly not mind testing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113277252954373135?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113277252954373135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113277252954373135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113277252954373135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113277252954373135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-to-keep-alive-in-this-blog.html' title='Just to keep alive in this blog'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113196678979006580</id><published>2005-11-14T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:13:09.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mozhno dekodirovat' no slozhno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/320/irinaPost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/160/irinaPost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Vot takaya situaciya i privela k poyavleniyu Unicode coding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi komp otkazyvaetsa dekodirovat' etot tekt v chto-to chitabel'noe.&lt;br /&gt; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113196678979006580?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113196678979006580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113196678979006580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113196678979006580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113196678979006580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/mozhno-dekodirovat-no-slozhno.html' title='Mozhno dekodirovat&apos; no slozhno'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113191381405399830</id><published>2005-11-13T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:30:14.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tokyoplastic v.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tokyoplastic.com/"&gt;tokyoplastic v.2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice too watch, really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113191381405399830?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113191381405399830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113191381405399830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113191381405399830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113191381405399830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/tokyoplastic-v2.html' title='tokyoplastic v.2'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113121833959265560</id><published>2005-11-05T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:18:59.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>adaptive path » ajax: a new approach to web applications</title><content type='html'>I know that AJAX is hot on the net now but i thought it had been used for a long time but as u may find out from this article it's still quite new thing on the NET but is reaaaaly hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adaptivepath.com/publications/essays/archives/000385.php"&gt;adaptive path » ajax: a new approach to web applications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113121833959265560?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113121833959265560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113121833959265560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113121833959265560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113121833959265560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/adaptive-path-ajax-new-approach-to-web.html' title='adaptive path » ajax: a new approach to web applications'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113118215120162093</id><published>2005-11-05T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T10:15:51.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.live.com/"&gt;Windows Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very interesting stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the power of Google and its beauty but what about Microsoft?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it would like to keep up with the best and the link above will lead you directly to the Google-More like face of Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that competition is giving comsumer great benefits. High quality services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113118215120162093?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113118215120162093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113118215120162093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113118215120162093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113118215120162093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/11/windows-live.html' title='Windows Live'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113081065731058890</id><published>2005-11-01T02:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T03:21:04.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/320/patins8_variant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/160/patins8_variant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is something I really like from Lucy's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an image editing work where she combines photo and painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks interesting to me. I hope she would like to start a blog one day( cause it can not be easier than having  a blog with Google Picasa and eBlogger service ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I say blog service I say one of the most popular things  on the Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why?  You can certainly explore this part of WWW ;) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113081065731058890?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113081065731058890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113081065731058890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113081065731058890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113081065731058890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-something-i-really-like-from.html' title=''/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113069463486505590</id><published>2005-10-30T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:50:34.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Google fever</title><content type='html'>I might be infected with Google Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed 2 last days testing the web services and tools proposed by Google &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/intl/en/options/"&gt;http://www.google.com/intl/en/options/&lt;/a&gt; and rate all them as magic tools. ( read official google blog &lt;a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://googleblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to dwell on google services this time.&lt;br /&gt;But you may like to explore some of them (including this blog service)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging cannot be easier than that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113069463486505590?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113069463486505590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113069463486505590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113069463486505590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113069463486505590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/10/google-fever.html' title='Google fever'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113062958609287422</id><published>2005-10-30T01:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:46:26.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/320/DSC01787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/160/DSC01787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Just another testing post but look at the picture closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a actually a statue. A weird one cause it wears a t-shirt  of the Belgium's national football team and at his feet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certaily have a better quality picture of him&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113062958609287422?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113062958609287422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113062958609287422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113062958609287422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113062958609287422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-another-testing-post-but-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113054983543904826</id><published>2005-10-29T03:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T03:37:15.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/320/DSC01518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/466/1802/160/DSC01518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Well, Ok. I guess I will start building something around myself and primarily for myself. I mean this blog is for me, right? So if it's for me it's also for my friends and peolpe that share my intrests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's once again a test post. But everythings seems to work seemlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the photo, these are my friends Marc and Sabrina and the girl in the bluish dress is my girl-friend (but I know she doesn't like me calling her girl-friend so I change it to a friend?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is taken somewhere in june 2005 i guess :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113054983543904826?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113054983543904826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113054983543904826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113054983543904826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113054983543904826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friends.html' title='My friends'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18415571.post-113054827555947332</id><published>2005-10-29T03:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T03:11:15.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Blog</title><content type='html'>Testing the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;RSS Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18415571-113054827555947332?l=belgampaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/feeds/113054827555947332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18415571&amp;postID=113054827555947332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113054827555947332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18415571/posts/default/113054827555947332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belgampaul.blogspot.com/2005/10/test-blog.html' title='Test Blog'/><author><name>belgampaul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10454635321871375238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
