<?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-9853197</id><updated>2011-10-03T01:00:21.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'>n*a*t*a*l*i*e or Da dudette</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113595473419675280</id><published>2005-12-30T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:58:54.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After about 20 minutes we arrived at the Baghdad Hilton. Saïd opened the door for me (such a gentleman) and checked me in at the reception. I had room 450. Inside the hotel, you couldn't tell that you were in Iraq. It looked just the same as the Hilton in Paris. Except for the armed guards and the army trucks at the entrance... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was still looking around when Saïd was calling my name. He was waiting at the elevator. I was walking towards him when I suddenly noticed a nun sitting on one of the sofas near the entrance. &lt;em&gt;Huh, that's funny. &lt;/em&gt;I thought.&lt;em&gt; I guess I didn't lie to my mother after all. &lt;/em&gt;I was probably staring at her, when I suddenly tripped over something. "What the Fuck?" came out of my mouth before I realized it. I couldn't believe my eyes, there were two nuns on the ground. I apparently had bumped into them. They were so small that I hadn't seen them. They were looking very viciously at me. I guess they didn't like the cursing. "Oh, I'm sooo sorry." I helped them up and they walked away without saying anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was very confused now. Wtf are nuns doing in a hotel in Baghdad? In the Hilton? Were they allowed to stay at such expensive hotels? I thought God and the Bible were against such kinds of wealth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going up to the 4th floor I was still pondering about what just happened. Was it some kind of sign or just coincidence? But I don't believe in coincidence... Saïd broke my train of thought. "Here we are, I'll leave you to rest for an hour and then we're off to meet someone." And then suddenly I was alone in the room. A huge room. With balcony and a giant bed. Oh, and chocolates and mints on the pillow!!! I lay down on the bed. &lt;em&gt;Cool, a water bed. &lt;/em&gt;I suddenly realized that I was giggling. &lt;em&gt;Oh grow up, natalie! &lt;/em&gt;I told myself. I thought about the nuns but my eyes felt so heavy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113595473419675280?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113595473419675280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113595473419675280' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113595473419675280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113595473419675280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-about-20-minutes-we-arrived-at.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113569294317881377</id><published>2005-12-27T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:15:43.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/186/1865/640/lost2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/186/1865/320/lost2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of Sa�d, he has sent me afterwards&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113569294317881377?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113569294317881377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113569294317881377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113569294317881377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113569294317881377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-pic-of-sad-he-has-sent-me.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-113569145934439356</id><published>2005-12-27T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:50:59.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could tell you about the dreams I had while I was sleeping on the plane. But since some people are getting really impatient with my story, I'll just leave that out and get on with my story. 4 hours and 45 minutes later we landed at Baghdad International airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An interpreter was supposed to meet me in the arrivals hall. Ever since I was young I hated if there was sb waiting for you with a sign with your name on. So stressing! Especially when you're supposed to wear glasses, and it's almost impossible to read the signs, unless you get really close... and then the people holding up the sign think you're the one they're waiting for. Pfff. I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I already had the shivers once I stepped foot in the very busy hall. Pff, how was I'm going to find this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then suddenly a tall, dark (for the girls: very handsome) guy walked towards me. "Are you miss Natalie?" he said in perfect English. I was totally overwhelmed. "Euh, yyyes" I stuttered. "I'm Saïd, your interpreter for the next few days." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the hell did he recognize me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"They told me you have long blonde hair, and since you're the only one in the entire airport who looks like that, it was kinda obvious" He seemed to read my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He guided me to the exit of the airport, carrying my bag.&lt;em&gt;  Handsome, and a gentleman too? &lt;/em&gt;There was a car waiting in front of the airport exit. Saïd put my bag in the trunk told me to make myself comfortable in the car and got into the car himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;Welcome to Iraq, enjoy your stay" he joked. "Let me tell you what exactely you are supposed to do here. The hotel is only 20 minutes away, if we're lucky. Here in Iraq you never know what's going to happen. Maybe a car bomb on our way..." he said with a wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113569145934439356?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113569145934439356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113569145934439356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113569145934439356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113569145934439356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-could-tell-you-about-dreams-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-113560341757396734</id><published>2005-12-26T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:23:37.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum was waiting at the door. "So, where are you really going?" She asked with a penetrating gaze. "Mum, I'm in a hurry, I don't have time for this. I'll be back in a few days. Don't worry, okay, I'll be fine! " I grabbed my suitcase from behind her back and started walking back to the taxi. I felt a bit guilty and turned around. "I'll call you when I land" The cabdriver honked and made some impatient gestures. "I really have to go now" I said while I was running towards the cab. I jumped into the backseat and the driver pressed down the accelerator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In less than half an hour we reached the airport entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There we are! We made it just in time... Just go to the Iraqi Air-counter in the departure hall. Your plane tickets are waiting for you there. Here's your bag... Don't forget to contact the number I wrote down for you. I'll call him tonight and ask him if he wants to meet you. Well, good luck!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next 15 minutes are a blur... It's like I flew through customs or something. It just happened so fast... Before I realized it, I was sitting in a plane. Business Class. Glass orange juice and newspaper in front of me. "Mmm, nice" I thought. I made myself comfortable in my seat when the pilot announced that the flight would take 4 hours 45 minutes. After that I dozed off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113560341757396734?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113560341757396734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113560341757396734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113560341757396734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113560341757396734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-mum-was-waiting-at-door.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-113542705393724251</id><published>2005-12-24T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:24:15.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So where was I? Oh yes, I was on my way home to pick up my stuff... I know that I probably wouldn't have enough time to pack everything I needed (When I pack, I have to wait half an hour afterwards to leave and think about what I could have forgotten) so I called my mum to ask her if she could pack my stuff. I took my cell phone out of my backpack and dialed her number. She almost picked up her phone immediately, which is a miracle. "Ah, mum, it's me. Could you do something for me? They asked me to go somewhere for a few days, and I have to catch a plane in two hours. I'm in a cab right now on my way home. Could you pack my stuff?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Where are you going? For how long? Alone? " was the expected serenade of questions. "Oh, nothing special, somewhere in France. But it's a very dry part of France, so I'll need appropriate clothes for that. Oh, yeah, and there's a woman, a nun, coming with me, so i'll need clothes that cover most of my body... Maybe something for my head as well, she's very conservative..." There was silence on the other end of the line... "I gotta go now, mum, we're about to enter a tunnel. I'll see you in 30 minutes." I quickly hung up the phone. I wondered if she actually believed the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I noticed that the cabdriver was staring at me through his rearview mirror. "Don't you know that lying is a capital sin in any religion?" he reproached me. "I know, but it's for her own good" I answered him. He still looked at me with a reproaching look. I was just happy he stopped speaking. I wanted to think about what was about to happen. The driver granted me 15 minutes of peace before he tried to make conversation again. "So, you're going to Iraq? You know, I'm Iraqi, I mean I was born in Iraq. Some of my family's still there. You know, my uncle is one of the guards of the secret prison in which Saddam is held. He is a very important man there" I wasn't really listening to the guy, but now he suddenly caught my attention. "Really? Do you think I can meet this uncle of yours?" I asked him. "Euhm, I don't know. He's very religious. He doesn't like Westerners and especially women." "Mmm, and what if I wear an all-covering burka?" "Mmmaybe, I'll give him a call and see what I can do. I'll write down his address for you. But you have to promise that you won't give it to anyone else. There are lots of people who would prefer to see him dead." At that time, we arrived at my house. I told him that I would rather die than give this address to anyone else. He wrote it down on a small piece of paper, handed it to me and told me: "Now go and grab you bag, we 're on a tight schedule" I jumped out of the car and ran towards my house... My mum was already waiting for me at the door....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, i have to cut off the story, gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113542705393724251?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113542705393724251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113542705393724251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113542705393724251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113542705393724251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-where-was-i-oh-yes-i-was-on-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113524560385918702</id><published>2005-12-22T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:00:03.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my trip to iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week my internship at the VRT started. I'm at the Foreign News Desk. My first day went fine, not one mistake with the subtitles or anything. Between 1 o'clock and 6 o'clock news I have time to work on the compilation for Peter Verlinden about Congo. On the second day, after the 1 o'clock news, I went back to the editing room to put my things back. The woman who sits a desk further got a phone call. It was Rudi Vranx from Iraq. He had gotten ill and was supposed to visit Saddam the next morning. He asked if they could send someone else. The woman, An is her name, said she would call him back in just 5 minutes. She hung up the phone and looked around... But there was nobody there, everybody was at lunch. She went to speak to one of the editors-in-chief. They suddenly looked my way. I pretended as if I hadn't seen that and just stared at the computer screen. An came up to my desk. "Do you have anything special to do in the next few days?" She asked me. I answered that I had Portuguese class the next morning, and that there was a christmas party, but nothing that I couldn't miss. "Great, a taxi is waiting at the front door for you. It's gonna take you home and then to the airport. You're going to Iraq" I didn't know what to say. And before I could think of something to say, she was heading back to her desk and called Rudi. I just took my coat and backpack and left the room. As I was walking through the hallway, up and down the stairs, some more hallways, I was thinking about what I would tell my mother. She was not going to like this... "I'll tell her something else" I decided. At the end of the hallway, just outside the building I saw the taxi waiting for me. I greeted the driver and got in the car... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, I don't have more time right now to tell you 'bout what happened next. I promise I'll be back to you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113524560385918702?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113524560385918702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113524560385918702' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113524560385918702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113524560385918702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-trip-to-iraq.html' title='my trip to iraq'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113509572355152735</id><published>2005-12-20T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:22:03.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanna announce: I'm working on a post, it won't be for today, but it'll be: One Day in the Life of Saddam. I've been away for a while, and I visited the famous dictator in his prison cell... I followed him for a day. Report follows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113509572355152735?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113509572355152735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113509572355152735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113509572355152735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113509572355152735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-wanna-announce-im-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-113439474477058810</id><published>2005-12-12T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:39:04.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just rereading some of my first posts... it's really funny to read those again. They were a lot funnier than the ones i'm posting lately. Maybe I should get back to trying to be funny? What do you guys think, should i just relate my weeks to you, or make up stories or funny things? Or a combination of both? OPINIONS PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113439474477058810?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113439474477058810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113439474477058810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113439474477058810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113439474477058810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-just-rereading-some-of-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113432536314258002</id><published>2005-12-11T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:22:43.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, it seems only a day ago that I said: let this new week begin... And it's Sunday again. Time really does fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any news this week? Oh yeah I want to brag (I have the right to brag once in a while, don't I?) On Tuesday was our weekly dinner with the whole house. Asger cooked this week and it was delicious! After that we decided to do a Cantus, with ten people. At first I was the 'Schachtentemmer' I just had to say people what to do (mostly tell them to drink ad fundums) That was cool, of course. After that I was just one of the 'Schachten. To cut a long story short: I ruled. I was the only one not to get totally drunk. I had to push the other to go to their rooms. They couldn't walk anymore. We (me and another girl) had to get two of them in a bar and support them walking back. There was a lot of puke, and the kitchen was totally destroyed... But the clue of this story is of course: I ruled!! And it was a lot of fun too of course. The following morning I couldn't get to class on time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Thursday, it was Charlotte's birthday (happy birthday again!) and I went to Ghent. Although I hate the Overpoort, that was of course where we ended up, as always... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and on friday, it was suprise time! We (me and lieselot) finally got our birthday surprise! It was a Brazilian Night, with a lot of food and coctails. It was really nice, if I think about the food I get hungry again! It got a bit out of hand, because we ended up in a police car. The police took us for a ride through the Citadel park (Ghent's Central Park, gay meeting place at night). Because we are so sweet and pretty of course they didn't arrest us but left us at Isabelle's place again. Yeah I know, who said that the police doesn't do anything useful? (sorry mel). Then we tried to sleep but there was one very annoying person who kept ringing our cellphones while she was waiting for her loverboy to send her a message ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And believe it or not: we went to portuguese class the following morning. Alive or not doesn't matter. We were there, that the most important thing... In the afternoon I went to visit my new niece (well, daughter of my cousin), aurélie. And it was so small. I don't know why, but I keep refering to it with 'IT'. Damn, I did it again: I keep refering to her, I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I've been very lazy, haven't done anything worthy to mention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week my internship starts!!!! I'll tell you guys about it soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113432536314258002?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113432536314258002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113432536314258002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113432536314258002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113432536314258002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-it-seems-only-day-ago-that-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113371914064701392</id><published>2005-12-04T18:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:59:00.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another week has gone... nothing much to report, I've been sick all week. I slept a lot, saw some dvds, spent a lot of time on internet... I've also been locked up in my room! My housemates, at least two of them, thought it was funny to take my keys and lock me up, until I admitted (lied) that West-Flemish people are superior to East-Flemish (which is a big lie of course). In the end I said it, because I didn't want to be locked up all night... I know, I'm deeply ashamed right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Friday, we participated in a quiz. We didn't win (I know, can you imagine???) but finished somewhere in the middle. Thank god we finished higher than my brother... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday, Portuguese class: There was a multicultural christmas-market with food of all different nationalities. Pretty nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, let this new week begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113371914064701392?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113371914064701392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113371914064701392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113371914064701392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113371914064701392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-week-has-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-113302520698803214</id><published>2005-11-26T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:13:26.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>more lyrics</title><content type='html'>Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they're your heart And you know you were their armour And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'em But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you? And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you?What happens when you become the main source of a pain?&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back... (Eminem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113302520698803214?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113302520698803214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113302520698803214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113302520698803214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113302520698803214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-lyrics.html' title='more lyrics'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-113302496585940992</id><published>2005-11-26T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:09:25.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now I feel like a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caged without a key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone comes to stare at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With so much joy and rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They din't know how I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through my smile I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They don't know what they're doin' to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keeping me from flyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why I say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know why the caged bird sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only joy comes from song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's so rare and beautiful to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why not just set her free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So she can Fly, fly, fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spreadin her wings and her song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let herFly, fly fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the whole world to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's like caged bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly, fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh just let her fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just let her fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just let her fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spread the wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spread the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Alicia Keys-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love song lyrics, I love how they have the power to express your own feelings. That's probably why I love hiphop so much. A lot of text. Those songs are my poetry. I got songs that I need when I'm angry (I'm an aggressive person, without those songs, I don't know how I'd survive), songs that I listen to when I'm happy, when I'm sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I just wanna up and call the quits&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits&lt;br /&gt;My life's like one great big ball of shit!&lt;br /&gt;If I could, just put it all onto what I spit&lt;br /&gt;Instead of always tryina swallow it&lt;br /&gt;Instead of starin' at this wall and shit&lt;br /&gt;While I sit writin' this plot, sick of all this shit&lt;br /&gt;Kid, Call it Shit!&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm about to hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;If I ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic fits&lt;br /&gt;This is it last straw&lt;br /&gt;That's all, That's it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't dealin' with another f**kin' politic&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up&lt;br /&gt;Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed enough&lt;br /&gt;My cup, When its over I'da filled it up&lt;br /&gt;Then it explodes, and spills my guts&lt;br /&gt;You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch&lt;br /&gt;Build the dutch, Im about to tear shit up&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up&lt;br /&gt;Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me&lt;br /&gt;You ate, it ain't too late for you to finally see&lt;br /&gt;What you close-minded F**ks, What you Blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee&lt;br /&gt;Out this world, they no it ain't a mind to me&lt;br /&gt;You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine&lt;br /&gt;All I need's a line, Sometimes I don't always find the words torhyme&lt;br /&gt;To express how I'm really feeling at that time,&lt;br /&gt;YesSometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Its just sometimes is always me&lt;br /&gt;How dark can these hallways be&lt;br /&gt;The clock strikes midnight 1, 2, then half passed 3&lt;br /&gt;This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate in my task&lt;br /&gt;If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing&lt;br /&gt;F**k, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here comes something, No!&lt;br /&gt;Its not good enough, scribble it out&lt;br /&gt;New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out&lt;br /&gt;I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out&lt;br /&gt;Balls in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave&lt;br /&gt;To this Tray? Sign not to spit to the grave&lt;br /&gt;Real enough to route you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it&lt;br /&gt;any style you want. Imma switch to the bitch Jimmy Smith aint aquitter&lt;br /&gt;Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a boiling point&lt;br /&gt;Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come getdestroyed&lt;br /&gt;And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they hate me&lt;br /&gt;See me and Shape like a Chainlink fence&lt;br /&gt;By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming&lt;br /&gt;By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin someone&lt;br /&gt;By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was coming&lt;br /&gt;Its now or never, And tonight is all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He said he'd be back&lt;br /&gt;He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock F**k this clock! Imma make them&lt;br /&gt;Eat this watch&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race&lt;br /&gt;And Imma come back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;I found my nitch, You gonna fear my voice&lt;br /&gt;Till your SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice&lt;br /&gt;If I gotta scream till I have half a lung&lt;br /&gt;If I have have a chance, Imma grab it,&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113302496585940992?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113302496585940992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113302496585940992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113302496585940992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113302496585940992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/11/right-now-i-feel-like-bird-caged.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-113260658646740161</id><published>2005-11-21T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:56:26.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i got internet in my room! so you'll be seeing more of me around the net!&lt;br /&gt;long and hard day today. Felt kinda bad after class, so i went shopping, because that's what they always tell you to do. And guess what? It actually works, I bought a skirt and I felt a lot better afterwards...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113260658646740161?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113260658646740161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113260658646740161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113260658646740161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113260658646740161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-i-got-internet-in-my-room-so.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113190530793762261</id><published>2005-11-13T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:08:27.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for kimberly: Ik kan dus nog kleiner schrijven!!!! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't wanna punish the others by writing too small... so i won't write tiny but just small. What happened this week. Well, I'll just tell the fun stuff. On monday we had our 'kotfuif' at our house in brussels. It was a lot of fun! Especially in the end, all my housemates were drunk, and it was hilarious! One of the guys had picked up a girl and was kissing, the rest of us were all watching, we even followed him on the street. Later he told us that he was too drunk to get it up (if u know what i mean, if you don't... well, no comment) Another one of the guys fell through a chair, and a third one puked. In short, hilarious. And I managed to get to class in the morning. I was only half an hour late. Someone told the teacher that there was a party, so he reacted kinda funny when i came in. I didn't manage to do a lot during that class: writing skills (I even had to think and that was too much at that time) After that I cleaned a bit, but nobody was awake yet... The house smelled sooo bad... you can't even imagine how bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't clean any longer because i had to go to class and after class to ghent for an interview with Andre denys, the governor. We were kinda intimidated by the building and his office. But it went fine, I think. Next morning we had another interview, with Jef Tavernier. Very nice guy, he even joined us on the train to Brussels. I had a busy day on wednesday. Work in the afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At night we could pick up a gift bag from quartier latin in a cafe. It had free tickets for drinks in it... of course my housemates wanted to use some of them right away, so we had three Vedetts, Nice beer btw, not my favorite yet, but close! it's from Duvel... Well, that was a fun night as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest was not that exciting, or I don't remember it... On friday there was no class because of the end of some war, or something? :-D At night we went to dinner for Evelyne's birthday: at Fonduehuisje in Ghent. Very nice food (very expensive too)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Busy weekend as well, yesterday all day on the road, this morning work. ( I had to cut a rabbit in 6 and touch the tongue of a cow, a dead cow!) the butcher even called me a 'tough girl' who doesn't look away when something gross happens. Yep, still didn't tell nobody that i'm a veggie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;owkay, that's it, hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't: f*ck you and go to hell (I'm tough, remember!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113190530793762261?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113190530793762261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113190530793762261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113190530793762261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113190530793762261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-kimberly-ik-kan-dus-nog-kleiner.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113120673284379641</id><published>2005-11-05T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:05:32.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time I don't wanna let it come too far. I'm back already... So where was I? Did I already tell you about the cold the ear-throat-nose-doctor left me with... Yep, first cold of the winter. Well, not exactly winter. You can't call it winter with temperatures up to 24 degrees! It's amazing. It's good, I guess. But I'm sick of my summer clothes, I wanna wear my winterclothes!!!! And all insects have to die! Anyway, I can't change anything about it. But I heard that it's getting colder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On thursday we visited the VRT. Half of it was cool, the other half was boring. But we saw some famous people, so that made my day. Hehe. The newsstudio was nice to see. And we saw the rehearsal of FC De Kampioenen! That was worth the visit, definitely! After that we went to eat french fries with the class and went to someone's house, and then to a bar. Next day I had to edit something in the school and then I went home. It was kinda exciting on the train. It stopped in Deinze but the doors didn't open!!! The train left again, but luckily someone pushed the emergency brake, so we could get out! What a story, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, that's about it... till next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113120673284379641?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113120673284379641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113120673284379641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113120673284379641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113120673284379641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-time-i-dont-wanna-let-it-come-too.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-113086057752351793</id><published>2005-11-01T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:56:17.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, it's been too long ago!!! But I'm back, after constant nagging of certain persons!! (You know who you are!) So what's up with me... I started at a new school, I live in Brussels, I work, I have new hobbies, I got black hair and gained 20 kilos*... That's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*don't believe everything I write, you really believe I gained 20 kilos? And I painted my hair in black? You think I want to look like Kelly Osbourne???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Brussels, it has so many cosy places. The difference with Ghent is that not everything is at the same place. You got numerous neighborhoods with each their own marketplace or shopping street. You got every kind of people there, white, black, chinese, arabs,... everything. I live next to a mosque, a pakistani mosque. Except during the ramadan, it's not that nice. Every night they sing from 8 to 11pm... and it's louder than the tv... but besides that it's nice. My housemates are nice too, except that they don't wash their dishes!!! My room is on the groundfloor and before, it was a shop, so it has these very big windows. If I would put some blue and red lights, it would most definitely look like a whorehouse :-) Yeah, that's funny... I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I do cook once in a while: most of the time I make something with rice. It's so much easier to make rice than to make potatoes. Yeah, I know you don't believe me about my cooking art, but you'd better, it's so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, new class. We're with 39. Lots of classes but no studying. A lot of practice. We have to do a project every week. The first week we had to make a piece about the Dansaertstraat, a very exclusive street in Brussels. 2nd week we had to present a neighborhood in Brussels, we did the Matonge. That was my choice, of course :-) Last week we did a Vox Pop and this week a stage-act. Yesterday we went to a concert of Admiral Freebee. We filmed the concert and afterwards we could interview him. That was cool! He's so tall in real life... Anyone jealous already? I could try harder but I don't feel like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't even tell you about my internship. I'll do an internship from the 12th of december onwards at VRT (Flemish tv) foreign news. My colleagues will be Rudi Vranx, Peter Vanderlinden, Djamel Zerrouk (cute in real life), Martine en Sigrid... Hehe, I look forward to it although i'll probably be nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I work on sunday morning. In the GB, at the butcher's... You can start laughing now, i'll give you some time........................... in case you're not laughing: you probably don't know that i'm a vegetarian (8 years already) Some time? ....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what? You can laugh all you want, I'm off. More later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-113086057752351793?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/113086057752351793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=113086057752351793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113086057752351793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/113086057752351793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-its-been-too-long-ago-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-112765734471567131</id><published>2005-09-25T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:09:04.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/1354petedunhamcharliehunnamagainstgraffitiwall.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/1354petedunhamcharliehunnamagainstgraffitiwall.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here he is: Charlie Hunnam&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765734471567131?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765734471567131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765734471567131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765734471567131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765734471567131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-he-is-charlie-hunnam.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-112765728723083704</id><published>2005-09-25T16:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:08:07.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/green.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/green.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the movies in dublin: Green Street! I loved the movie... and especially Charlie Hunnam&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765728723083704?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765728723083704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765728723083704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765728723083704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765728723083704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-went-to-movies-in-dublin-green.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112765677655692041</id><published>2005-09-25T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:59:36.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0234.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0234.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den oscar&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765677655692041?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765677655692041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765677655692041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765677655692041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765677655692041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/den-oscar.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-112765672237669836</id><published>2005-09-25T15:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:58:42.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0250.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0250.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cliffs of moher&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765672237669836?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765672237669836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765672237669836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765672237669836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765672237669836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/cliffs-of-moher.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112765669654351518</id><published>2005-09-25T15:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:58:16.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0225.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0225.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly malone&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765669654351518?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765669654351518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765669654351518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765669654351518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765669654351518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/molly-malone.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112765666276088553</id><published>2005-09-25T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:57:42.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN4107.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN4107.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ireland without guiness&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765666276088553?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765666276088553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765666276088553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765666276088553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765666276088553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-ireland-without-guiness.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112765657450055546</id><published>2005-09-25T15:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:56:14.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN4113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN4113.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irish landscape&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765657450055546?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765657450055546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765657450055546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765657450055546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765657450055546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/irish-landscape.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112765647693558408</id><published>2005-09-25T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:54:36.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN4058.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN4058.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cat and the rat: I managed to drop it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765647693558408?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765647693558408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765647693558408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765647693558408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765647693558408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/cat-and-rat-i-managed-to-drop-it.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112765618193018132</id><published>2005-09-25T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:49:41.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so what have I done since I last wrote here? I worked most of the time, made some good money, finally, after spending too much of it! I especially liked my co-workers there: conversations were mainly about their kids, and since I hope you know that I don't really like kids, I had to fake a lot of smiles and make myself talk about such things. OH god, the crap I said. Now I remember why I don't want children: those people work all day until 5pm, then they get home, have to clean, cook, look after the hyperactive children and at night you have to get up 4 times... Sounds like hell to me. Anywayz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last saturday I went to Ireland for a week with Lieselot. See pics!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We stayed in Dublin for 3 nights, visiting the city and making a day trip to the Wicklow Mountains and Glendalough... We met some nice people along the way.  We've also spent 2 days in Galway and visited the Cliffs of Moher. We had a nice night out with some people from the hostel! The only disadvantage about that hostel was our neighbor: an old lady with a loud clock, accompanied by the smell of alcohol. But like always I was sound asleep... btw a big shoutout to our drivers Desmond and Pol!!! They were great! Especially Desmond, Lieselot completely loved him, didn't you lieselot? :-) What more can I tell you? We walked a lot, ate a lot, although lieselot doesn't think so, she claims we didn't :-) Oh, and I had my favorite food in the world: the nachos in Hardrock cafe! Oh god they're so good. The weather? it was okay, apparently worse than in belgium, but we didn't have a lot of rain... Oh yeah, and we were almost married too!! A drifter of about 50 years old with a small doll on his finger... He was actually not too bad, a friendly guy, not too annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But... holidays are over, tomorrow my classes in Brussels start... Tonight I'm going to brussels... I hope i get along with my housemates, but I normally get along with most people so... I just need my tv then everything is okay :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats all for now, folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112765618193018132?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112765618193018132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112765618193018132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765618193018132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112765618193018132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-what-have-i-done-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576391693152129</id><published>2005-09-03T18:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:11:56.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/Los%20Roques0049.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/Los%20Roques0049.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one... I caught nine!!!!&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576391693152129?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576391693152129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576391693152129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576391693152129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576391693152129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-one.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-112576369473414330</id><published>2005-09-03T18:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:08:14.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/Los%20Roques0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/Los%20Roques0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first fish!! at los roques, venezuela&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576369473414330?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576369473414330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576369473414330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576369473414330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576369473414330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-fish-at-los-roques-venezuela.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576139475452247</id><published>2005-09-03T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:29:54.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSC01376.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSC01376.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camping on the beach, me feeding the birds, a lot of fun. That's my tent you see there... Photo was taken by Guido, an Italian friend... I didn't take any photos in Los Roques, the tropical islands, I filmed, I hope I can show it to all of you some day... it's really nice&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576139475452247?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576139475452247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576139475452247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576139475452247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576139475452247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/camping-on-beach-me-feeding-birds-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576126624663459</id><published>2005-09-03T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:27:46.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/Digitalizar0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/Digitalizar0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copacabana beach! Me and a Finnish girl, oh and Ehud, our Israelian friend&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576126624663459?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576126624663459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576126624663459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576126624663459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576126624663459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/copacabana-beach-me-and-finnish-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576115541022706</id><published>2005-09-03T17:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:25:55.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/Digitalizar0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/Digitalizar0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, there goes the chronology: Sugar Loaf Mountain, Rio&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576115541022706?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576115541022706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576115541022706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576115541022706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576115541022706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-there-goes-chronology-sugar-loaf.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576110096687178</id><published>2005-09-03T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:25:00.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0075.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0075.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too hot for me&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576110096687178?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576110096687178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576110096687178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576110096687178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576110096687178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/too-hot-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576106457244651</id><published>2005-09-03T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:24:24.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0073.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0073.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach of the last weekend, some kind of beach club resort thing, for rich people&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576106457244651?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576106457244651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576106457244651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576106457244651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576106457244651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/beach-of-last-weekend-some-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576097938253515</id><published>2005-09-03T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:23:00.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0062.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic, the sight coming down the mountain, with the sun on Caracas and the clouds coming down&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576097938253515?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576097938253515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576097938253515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576097938253515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576097938253515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-this-pic-sight-coming-down.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576087310454946</id><published>2005-09-03T17:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:21:13.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0057.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0057.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice pic of claudia when we are going up the mountain in a cablecar&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576087310454946?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576087310454946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576087310454946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576087310454946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576087310454946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-pic-of-claudia-when-we-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576082937000768</id><published>2005-09-03T17:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:20:29.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0053.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0053.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, Venezuelan style&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576082937000768?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576082937000768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576082937000768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576082937000768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576082937000768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/natalie-venezuelan-style.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576079064748741</id><published>2005-09-03T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:19:50.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0048.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0048.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same neighborhood, with behind it, the real barrios, the slums...&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576079064748741?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576079064748741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576079064748741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576079064748741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576079064748741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/same-neighborhood-with-behind-it-real.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576072046461724</id><published>2005-09-03T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:18:40.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caracas, the only clean barrio of the city... and Claudia&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576072046461724?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576072046461724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576072046461724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576072046461724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576072046461724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/caracas-only-clean-barrio-of-city.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576065568027472</id><published>2005-09-03T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:17:35.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very dark photo, sorry. But this is a samba-party (actually it's not samba, but something close to it)&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576065568027472?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576065568027472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576065568027472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576065568027472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576065568027472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/very-dark-photo-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576059178388949</id><published>2005-09-03T17:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:16:31.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0040.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0040.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sight of a favela from a mountain. They build their houses more and more up the mountain. You can clearly see the difference between the favelas and the rest of the city, even from above&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576059178388949?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576059178388949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576059178388949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576059178388949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576059178388949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/sight-of-favela-from-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576050070806374</id><published>2005-09-03T17:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:15:00.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christ again &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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576050070806374?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576050070806374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576050070806374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576050070806374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576050070806374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/christ-again.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576045456739500</id><published>2005-09-03T17:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:14:14.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally met the man himself!!! Rio de Janeiro&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576045456739500?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576045456739500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576045456739500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576045456739500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576045456739500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-finally-met-man-himself-rio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112576038934135267</id><published>2005-09-03T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:13:09.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/IMG_0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/IMG_0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that i'm too lazy to type my travel diary, I promise I will soon!! some photos first: This is me and my Brazilian friend Carmen in China Town, Sao Paulo&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112576038934135267?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112576038934135267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112576038934135267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576038934135267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112576038934135267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-realized-that-im-too-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112455035821416461</id><published>2005-08-20T16:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:05:58.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm back in the civilized world!!! sorry it took so long to write here again but i've been so busy since I came back. I came home on Tuesday at 6 pm and started working the next morning in Demival until this evening... I'm tired now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About my trip: it was great... I've got a whole journal written down about the first two weeks (then i couldn't keep it up) but i m too tired right now to write it down here. Just some general impressions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I LOVE the people in Brazil (the guys in particular: they're of all colors and all mixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Rio is my new favorite city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Venezuela's nature is the best, esp. its beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- both countries are very dangerous and poorer than you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- rich people drive bulletproof cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- windows are blinded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- they all have maids in their houses, who live there too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- venezuelan society makes me think of segregation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Venezuela is on the verge of civil war: the two groups (pro and contra Chavez, government)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- in venezuela rich people (who are the only not-poors, there's no middle class) live in neighborhoods surrounded by fences, smtimes even barbwire, and guards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- they all have guns in their houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- girls have to have a boyfriend, otherwise you can't leave the house after dark, since you should accompanied by a boy for your own safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- it's immoral to live together, you should get married first... that's why most young people marry very young, around 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Even if you're together with your bf for years, you can't sleep in the same room, if it concerns your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mm that's all i can come up with right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made 88 euros today!!! I worked on Saturday... from 7am this morning, that sucked, but it's over now... It does suck doing the same thing all the time. But i got a day off now so I'll survive next week. Okay, got lots to do now!!! Eating f.i.: French Fries: I really missed them in South-America!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112455035821416461?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112455035821416461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112455035821416461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112455035821416461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112455035821416461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112161637834524503</id><published>2005-07-17T18:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:06:18.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN2987.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN2987.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magic mushroom&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112161637834524503?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112161637834524503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112161637834524503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161637834524503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161637834524503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/magic-mushroom.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112161627402689707</id><published>2005-07-17T18:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:04:34.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN2948.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN2948.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attributen&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112161627402689707?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112161627402689707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112161627402689707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161627402689707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161627402689707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/attributen.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112161611920826120</id><published>2005-07-17T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:01:59.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN2942.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN2942.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de wonderen van amsterdam&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112161611920826120?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112161611920826120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112161611920826120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161611920826120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161611920826120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/de-wonderen-van-amsterdam.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112161601688335278</id><published>2005-07-17T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:00:16.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0040.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0040.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauryn hill&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112161601688335278?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112161601688335278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112161601688335278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161601688335278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161601688335278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/lauryn-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112161222847314197</id><published>2005-07-17T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:57:08.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another week of holidays is over... I tried to relax a bit, didn't always work out because I still have a lot to do. Some chores or some things I have to arrange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Sunday I went to Cactus Festival: I saw Gabriel Rios and Lauryn Hill among others. And yes, Gabriel's still hot as hell :-) (but who has a doubt about that?) Lauryn Hill's concert was very ... swinging, I don't know how else to put it. It was different but great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had lunch at my one grandma's place on Wednesday and we went to lunch with my other grandparents on Thursday. I ate my first 'moules frites' of the year! I was so full after that, we didn't even eat that evening. What else? Oh yes, I started my classes of Russian as well. And boy, is that difficult! I didn't realize it before. I started off with the alphabet, because it's so totally different than ours. So now I can read it, and I know some words... I would type one, but it would take forever because the signs aren't on my keyboard... Sorry, maybe next time ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also finally went to see Star Wars III, and I liked it. But I think I like the 1st one best, the 2nd is good too though. Difficult choice. My favorite character is, besides Yoda of course (I love his way of talking ;-) Samuel L. Jackson's character. can't explain why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Wednesday, it was also the first time this year I went to the Kaandelfeesten: the huge festival of Deinze!! That usually means: looking at people that you haven't seen for ages and talking about how they got fat or what an ugly boyfriend/girlfriend they have... Just kidding (in case someone recognizes her/himself in this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, Friday night we actually made it  by (cracking, squeeking) car to Amsterdam!!! We left at 7.30 pm in Deinze and arrived at 11 at a camping close to Amsterdam. We put up our tents and took the bus to the city center. And yes of course we went to one of the coffee shops... That was after trying to get out of the red light district for hours. It is impossible!! Each street we took, took us back to it. There was some kind of strange attraction that took us there time after time. It was interesting never the less. Anywayz, so that was fun. The next day we did like every other tourist, even though I wasn't really a pleasure to walk around with :-D I wasn't really physically okay. But we visited the Anne Frank museum a.o. It was worth it, very interesting. It'd better've been, after waiting for an hour to get in. All those damn tourists!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night we got back at 11.30, and I should congratulate Isa: she was a great driver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I forgot my dad's birthday, like I do every year, I seem to confuse my dad's birthday and the 21st of July, the Belgian national holiday... Don't know why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112161222847314197?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112161222847314197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112161222847314197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161222847314197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112161222847314197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-week-of-holidays-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091568095985491</id><published>2005-07-09T15:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:28:00.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0048.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0048.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cava and tapas... Is this Valencia?&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091568095985491?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091568095985491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091568095985491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091568095985491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091568095985491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/cava-and-tapas.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-112091563223020104</id><published>2005-07-09T15:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:27:12.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0111.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me, hassling my brother, acting like paparazzi&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091563223020104?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091563223020104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091563223020104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091563223020104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091563223020104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-me-hassling-my-brother-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091555744958565</id><published>2005-07-09T15:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:25:57.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0087.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0087.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the barracks were burnt down... Photos don't show everything, I filmed the whole thing, so whoever wants to see it ...&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091555744958565?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091555744958565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091555744958565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091555744958565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091555744958565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/most-of-barracks-were-burnt-down.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091546141230160</id><published>2005-07-09T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:24:21.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0079.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0079.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the barracks&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091546141230160?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091546141230160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091546141230160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091546141230160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091546141230160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/inside-barracks.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091542477484517</id><published>2005-07-09T15:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:23:44.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0080.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0080.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birkenau&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091542477484517?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091542477484517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091542477484517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091542477484517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091542477484517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/birkenau.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091537179481275</id><published>2005-07-09T15:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:22:51.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0074.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0074.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the back you see the wall where people were executed&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091537179481275?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091537179481275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091537179481275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091537179481275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091537179481275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/at-back-you-see-wall-where-people-were.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091524472405719</id><published>2005-07-09T15:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:20:44.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auschwitz I&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091524472405719?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091524472405719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091524472405719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091524472405719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091524472405719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/auschwitz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091513339147878</id><published>2005-07-09T15:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:18:53.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and me in the car&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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091513339147878?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091513339147878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091513339147878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091513339147878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091513339147878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-brother-and-me-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112091510318869800</id><published>2005-07-09T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:18:23.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/DSCN0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/DSCN0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised: some photos... This picture speaks for itself 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' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112091510318869800?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112091510318869800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112091510318869800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091510318869800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112091510318869800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/as-promised-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-112083377655177893</id><published>2005-07-08T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:42:56.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're talking to a new master!!! I passed and even with distinction. That's better than I expected... A huge 'Bravo' for myself! I deserve it ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But  I'd rather tell you about my trip to Poland... On Wednesday, excuse me Thursday, my memory has still not recovered from the exams..., we left Machelen City. We drove (220 km/Hr, while I was sleeping, because otherwise I would have done sth about it) until Dresden. And one of the first things I observed in EAst-GErmany, is that they're still sooo different from the WEst-GErmans and other West-Europeans. Anyway, next morning we continued our way to Krakow. Around Katowice in Poland, Fate struck again: our  car broke down again... (As it already did a couple of times before) in one of the communist ghettos of the city. Try to picture it: A grey, smoky neighborhood, those typical communist living blocks, people coming from their work, dirty... And then we, with our golden-colored Mercedes, clean as hell... Funny sight. After 3 hours, the Mercedes Service finally arrived and took us to the garage. But oh problem: There was only space for two persons in the truck. So the Polish solution: put two in the car on the truck. And yes, of course I was one of the victims. It was a different experience, being in a car, on a truck, on the terrible roads, full of holes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank god it was not too serious. We finally got to Krakow that same day. I was amazed how modern that city is! Really, I felt like walking in Ghent or so. Really hip and modern people, nice nightlife, ... I admit I had some prejudices... and they proved very wrong. Plus everything is very cheap there: so it's excellent for shopping and drinking &amp; eating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course I really looked forward to Auschwitz. Auschwitz I, that's the camp with the famous gate: Arbeit macht frei, is the museum. You have the piles of hair, shoes, clothes, ... that the soviets found when they conquered the camp. It's really amazing! Then Birkenau, they kept like they found it. The Germans had tried to burn it down, so not a lot remains. Some barracks, those you see in all the movies about the camps, and of course the famouse gates with the railroad... It is so huge, there were so many barracks, and there were so many people in such one barrack... Once I have my photos on my computer I'll post them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Monday we left Krakow and paid the Slovakians a visit. We stayed there two nights, on wednesday we raced back to Belgium...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Thursday it was results-day. I wasn't too nervous. And I broke the spell: I actually went to listen inside the room instead of waiting outside... After the proclamation we went to eat at my favorite Turkish Restaurant, after that to the Polé Polé Cafe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I got back to my room I suddenly noticed that I'd lost my paper with my notes on it... (Yeah I know, typically me) So this morning I went to the university to ask for a new. They got me one, but I have to wait until next week to get the paper saying that I passed... :-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and this afternoon I got my yellow-fever shot! so i'm almost ready to go to South-America!! But first, Gentse Feesten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-112083377655177893?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/112083377655177893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=112083377655177893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112083377655177893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/112083377655177893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/07/youre-talking-to-new-master-i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111998027893425592</id><published>2005-06-28T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:37:58.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;halleluja! it's over!!!! PRAISE THE LORD!!!! At this moment i can't keep my eyes open, but as they say in Dutch: moe maar tevreden (Valencia-people: look it up!) I just got my feedback of my thesis, and I got 3 A's. God, I'm too tired right now to be happy about that. This morning I had to get up at 7 and at that time I had only been 3 hours  asleep... Hup, on the train to Brussels... I had that exam today for next year. I'm too tired to explain all that, it's boring anyway. After that: my moment of glory: AAA!!! -God I'm tired- Thursday we travel to Krakau, Auschwitz here we come! Okay, I know it sounds weird, but I've always wanted to see that: I've heard so much about it... It'll have a huge impact on me, I'm sure. I wonder if my culture-barbarous brother can appreciate it too :-D I doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I can't think anymore... my sofa is my best friend tonight!!! goodynight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111998027893425592?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111998027893425592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111998027893425592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111998027893425592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111998027893425592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/halleluja-its-over-praise-lord-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111964799787636947</id><published>2005-06-24T23:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:19:57.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>heal my broken wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i really don't need this right now: my shoulder hurts like hell... Last night I was constantly tossin and turnin in my bed to find a good position to sleep in. Or any position that was supportable. But noooo... Thank god for painkillers, is one of my favorite sayings. Which doesn't mean that I'm addicted to them. Don't get me wrong, I almost never take them: but in these last few weeks more, after my wisdomteeth, the regular tummy ache, my respiration-back-collarbone whatever-pain, and now: my left shoulder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase, take a few degrees away from Belgium, especially Eastern-Flanders... How am I supposed to sleep with a shoulder-from-hell and in hell-weather conditions??? If anyone has any tips, please don't hesitate to tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111964799787636947?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111964799787636947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111964799787636947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111964799787636947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111964799787636947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/heal-my-broken-wings.html' title='heal my broken wings'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111942760497330130</id><published>2005-06-22T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:06:44.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>olé one more to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It went okay yesterday. I didn't get sick, but I was terribly frustrated: I got there at 9 and I did my exam at 12 or so... Just waiting, and waiting... I hate it, especially just before an exam, it gets me nervous! I did meet a friend: the spanish girl who's now here on erasmus. It was kinda funny. I asked her when she would be heading home. - In August- And then I wondered if her boyfriend would come to belgium once again... But she's finished with her boyfriend (after 5 years) and what's more, she has a Belgian boyfriend... That's another confirmation of my these that most relationships don't survive during an erasmus... I'm so smart... (right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esterday afternoon I did completely nothing. That felt so good. But once again I noticed how time flies when you're trying to make the most of you free time. Why doesn't time fly when you're studying? At 8 pm I had an appointment at the doctor's to get my first hepatitis A &amp; B injection. It didn't hurt at all, :-) But 5 seconds afterwards I began feeling something strange in my arm. I told the doctor, and he replied: "Are you serious?" I didn't really feel like staying or sth so I told him it was probably in my head... In the car I imagined that I didn't have any feeling in my fingers anymore... One advice: never read the side effects just before you go in. Not a good idea! Now my arm's just a bit stiff. When I was back home, mel came and we just sat outside. Of course she thought it was cold (?), but not me, I've got warm-blood. And now after a good night's sleep I'm fresh and happy to start studying again!!!! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I should really start now... Last one, baby, last one (hmm, I remember this sentence from a song, but I don't remember: oh I think it's from an Eminem-song, or is it Jay Z, whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111942760497330130?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111942760497330130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111942760497330130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111942760497330130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111942760497330130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/ol-one-more-to-go.html' title='olé one more to go'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111925004261823471</id><published>2005-06-20T08:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T08:47:22.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another hot day in Belgium...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just looking out my window and noticing the thousands of people passing by by bike... I just don't understand why people just go for a ride on their bikes. A bike is a means of transport to me, which means that I only get on my bike to go somewhere, a means to an end. But most of these people just get on their bikes, going nowhere. What's the fun about that? They're doing the same routes over and over again. And they do that in family!!! If there's one thing I want to thank my parents about, it's that we never did such 'family-things'. I can't imagine my parents, me and my brother just riding our bikes around the block... That would be hilarious! I guess we're just not that kind of family. I can understand why people go for a walk in the city... but here where I live? You're not supposed to walk these streets... Stay on your premises, and please, keep your children quiet when people are trying to study!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another frustration and probably the explanation why i'm so bad-tempered today: I'm thinking about giving up my vegetarian life. Why? Because I HATE cows! Tomorrow at 5 o'clock they just started doing MOOOOOO, for two hours, until my alarm clock went off. If I'd had my shotgun close to me, I could've done something I'd have regret afterwards. Reminds me that I'll definitely live in the city ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday evening I was chatting with my friend in Brazil. The one i'll be visiting in about a month!! (Oh shit, the nerves, only a month left!!!) She was watching the soccer game on tv: Brazil-Mexico. It's amazing how those people get excited about soccer... But I guess if we would actually have a team, maybe we would as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I have to call to have my injection against the yellow fever... I'm not afraid of the injection, I just really don't like calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, now i'll go over my notes once again: tomorrow morning exam American Culture! You better wish me luck ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh great, now it smells like chicken in my room: my window's open and the neighbors finally decided to give up their chicken breed-barn or whatever... The years of smelling are over!! Finally I've won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anywayzzzz... Cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111925004261823471?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111925004261823471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111925004261823471' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111925004261823471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111925004261823471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-hot-day-in-belgium.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111916989682435646</id><published>2005-06-19T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:31:36.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/trailer13.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/trailer13.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, el benicio... next time more&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111916989682435646?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111916989682435646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111916989682435646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916989682435646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916989682435646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-last-but-not-least-el-benicio.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111916978809007297</id><published>2005-06-19T10:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:29:48.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/Pharrell%20Source%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/Pharrell%20Source%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal favorite: I know no one else will prob agree&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111916978809007297?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111916978809007297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111916978809007297' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916978809007297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916978809007297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-personal-favorite-i-know-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111916970924095987</id><published>2005-06-19T10:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:28:29.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/126.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/126.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casillas&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111916970924095987?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111916970924095987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111916970924095987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916970924095987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916970924095987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/casillas.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111916966233233833</id><published>2005-06-19T10:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:27:42.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/t30.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/t30.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taye diggs, people&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111916966233233833?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111916966233233833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111916966233233833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916966233233833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916966233233833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/taye-diggs-people.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111916956402367432</id><published>2005-06-19T10:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:26:04.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/Mattstudio.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/Mattstudio.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again not my type, but undeniably hot&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111916956402367432?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111916956402367432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111916956402367432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916956402367432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916956402367432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/again-not-my-type-but-undeniably-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111916948402087221</id><published>2005-06-19T10:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:24:44.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/dicembre-cannavaro.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/dicembre-cannavaro.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really my type, but maybe one of you likes him: fabio cannavaro btw&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111916948402087221?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111916948402087221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111916948402087221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916948402087221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916948402087221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-really-my-type-but-maybe-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111916940430886054</id><published>2005-06-19T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:23:24.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/JoshHartnett_Granitz_224879-400.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/JoshHartnett_Granitz_224879-400.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction during the exams... People who need extra motivation... here some pics that 'll get your spirits up&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111916940430886054?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111916940430886054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111916940430886054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916940430886054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111916940430886054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-some-distraction-during-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111904199018959339</id><published>2005-06-17T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:59:50.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;two more to go! Yesterday I had an oral exam: I think I did okay. I prevailed once again as a real comic talent... Well, the professor laughed with/at me. And I laughed at myself. Sometimes I'm such a dumb blonde... Well at least I gave the right answers, I think... We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm going to bed now: again nothing happened today. This weekend promises to be very hot! so I'll probably take my books outside, probably in the shade because I saw a documentary about skin cancer, and you should not be in the sun between 11 and 2 at least, and after that not more than 2 hours. In such a weather I mean. And I care more about living to see 70 than have a tan now... So people, be careful, don't say I didn't warn you! :-) Hehe, I sound like a preacher or sth... Well okay, enjoy the weekend and to fellow-sufferers: good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111904199018959339?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111904199018959339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111904199018959339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111904199018959339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111904199018959339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-more-to-go-yesterday-i-had-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111883263621417204</id><published>2005-06-15T12:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:50:36.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;exams were okay up to now... Stop... some stupid mistakes in first exam...Stop...typical me...STop...Second exam, cramps in my fingers...Stop...tomorrow exam German Lit...Stop...Oral...Stop...don't feel like it...stop...after tomorrow 2 more...Over and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday the strangest thing happened: the bottom of my glass just popped out!!! all the spa-water that was in it on my books and on my pants. Really weird. I think it was a sign from up there. I don't know what it means: could be good, 'you don't need to study for this' or bad: 'don't even bother, you won't pass for your thesis' ... The sign wasn't really clear. So if You would mind sending a clearer one?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course thé news of this week: Michael jackson is acquitted. I knew it all along that he was innocent. He's just a really weird guy... or whatever he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay off to watch the news, look if something more interesting in the world has happened than in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111883263621417204?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111883263621417204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111883263621417204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111883263621417204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111883263621417204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/exams-were-okay-up-to-now.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111817415730353513</id><published>2005-06-07T21:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:55:57.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nadal made my week!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But already a new week is peeping around the corner, and terrible things are going to happen... the reconstruction of indo-european, the back-formation, Kuryluwicz and especially the e-and o-trappen are launching an attack!!!! I can't resist any longer.... I'm getting the hell out of here, Hope i'll reach safe territory... See you in a couple of dayssss, if i survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111817415730353513?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111817415730353513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111817415730353513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111817415730353513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111817415730353513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/nadal-made-my-week-but-already-new.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111817393471222406</id><published>2005-06-07T21:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:52:14.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/laatstefsrg1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/laatstefsrg1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory!!!! (I wish I was that trophee)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111817393471222406?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111817393471222406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111817393471222406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111817393471222406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111817393471222406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/victory-i-wish-i-was-that-trophee.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111788277725307945</id><published>2005-06-04T12:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:59:37.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/640/federer_nadal_rg1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1865/320/federer_nadal_rg1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't I right? In case you're completely ignorant: Nadal's the guy on the right...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111788277725307945?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111788277725307945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111788277725307945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111788277725307945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111788277725307945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/wasnt-i-right-in-case-youre-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111788266012223148</id><published>2005-06-04T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:57:40.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, I don't have to commit suicide! I got tickets for the eminem &amp; 50 cent concert in Paris in the Stade de France on the 7th of september! Isn't that good news? (I guess only for me, I hear you thinking ' Who Cares?') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next, my psychology experiment worked! Both my favorites are in the finals. JHH is playing in exactly two hours, If it doesn't start raining. And Nadal won against Federer. I decided Nadal will be my next future husband :-) Especially that left arm is amazing, I could eat it. And he's even cuter in normal clothes. You know what I'll include a pic!!! But don't even try to steal him from me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111788266012223148?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111788266012223148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111788266012223148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111788266012223148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111788266012223148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-i-dont-have-to-commit-suicide-i.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111770934745500858</id><published>2005-06-02T12:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:49:07.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so excited!!!! And it has nothing to do with the upcoming exams or tennis!!! Eminem and 50 cent announced their European tour! They're not coming to Belgium, but they are coming to Amsterdam, Paris and Gelsenkirchen... And those cities are not too far away. Today the tickets for germany were being sold, I was excited all morning, but I decided to go for Paris tomorrow. And if that doesn't work out, for amsterdam on saturday... I'm gonna kill myself if those two don't work, because there are still tickets for Germany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This had as a result that I haven't done anything this morning! And I really hope i'll get tickets tomorrow, otherwise that's another day of doing nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, please think of me tomorrow and wish me luck! I'll be a wreck if i can't get any.... (just to make you all feel sorry for poor old me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, there's still tennis: this afternoon Henin will lose (this I say so she'll win, I'm a fan of opposite psychology) and tomorrow Nadal will lose (this will probably happen anyway) Okay off to Hemingway's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111770934745500858?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111770934745500858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111770934745500858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111770934745500858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111770934745500858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-so-excited-and-it-has-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111739905195182779</id><published>2005-05-29T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:37:32.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad day</title><content type='html'>I knew it, I shouldn't have had that much confidence... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but well what's done is done... Wimbledon is in 3 weeks so i'll survive... and Safin and Nadal are still in there. I'm hoping for a final Safin-Nadal, but i'd better shut up, or tomorrow the same thing happens... Has anyone seen a match of Nadal, his left arm is amazing... I'm in love with that arm... Anyway, I'm off to bed, a new day of boring studying awaits me! Olé! But last night I had a great dream: I received my results and I had a distinction... You should now: I always have nightmares normally, I get killed every night. The weird thing is that those aren't really nightmares, it's very exciting. It probably has something to do with my love of wars :-) Okay I don't wanna seem to weird, so I'll just shut up now. But I do really hope that dream will come true, of the distinction i mean, although I would be very happy if I pass... VERY happy! goodnight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111739905195182779?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111739905195182779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111739905195182779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111739905195182779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111739905195182779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/05/sad-day.html' title='a sad day'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111735007093791081</id><published>2005-05-29T08:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:01:10.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So up to now, my top-favorites are still in the tournament: Kim Clijsters will play her fourth-round against DAvenport at 11 o'clock. I'll be watching that! I hope Kim gets to the quarters, otherwise my next week will be boring! So Kim do it for me :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Henin is still in as well, so that's good, she can get to the finals as long as she'll lose to Clijsters (I don't think that will happen, but hey a girl can dream, especially in the exams) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, even Safin has made it to the fourth-round, that's great, because i really didn't expect that. He beat Ferrero, and he's really good. So fingers crossed for a Safin-Nadal final!!!! two of my favorites, and actually the only two favorites that remain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, there's no other news: oh yeah, of course: my teeth, well they're okay now. I haven't eaten a lot yet, but it's coming, yesterday i ate some french fries. Which obviously wasn't a good idea because my stomach couldn't handle those after four days of almost no real food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes and the weather... I should comment on that! As most of you know I love studying outside, so for me personally it's no problem, but i can imagine it is for most people, who can't study outside. I do prefer some degrees less to study outside because now (or at least yesterday) it's really hot to study. Wow, i'm really into studying, i've used the word like ten times. That's good: I'll focus: study study study study (tennis) oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111735007093791081?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111735007093791081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111735007093791081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111735007093791081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111735007093791081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-up-to-now-my-top-favorites-are.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111674788300425838</id><published>2005-05-22T09:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T09:44:43.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Roland Garros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow it starts again: No, not the exams, but the first real Grand Slam this year. Okay, the Australian Open was the first, but Clijsters wasn't in the draw, so that doesn't count for me... So who will I root for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women: definitely &lt;strong&gt;Kim Clijsters&lt;/strong&gt; of course: I hope she gets far, although she comes back from injury... But a fourth round against Davenport should be possible... And she totally owns Davenport, so she should get to the Quarters, if she doesn't feel her knee of course... In the quarters she'll probably get Schnyder, and that's possible as well... Semis against Venus? But I'm not thinking that far: Now I just hope she doesn't feel her injury anymore and wins her first round match. A fourth round would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JHH&lt;/strong&gt;: although I don't like her too much, she is Belgian, so I guess she's my second favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinara Safina&lt;/strong&gt;: I like how she plays, plus she's Marat's little sister. She's not like the other russians a la Sharapova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai Sugiyama&lt;/strong&gt;: Kim's former double partner. A really nice girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that's it: I don't like women's tennis that much, except for the Belgians then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Men: no. 1 &lt;strong&gt;Marat Safin&lt;/strong&gt; definitely, okay he already won the Australian Open, but he's not one of the favorites. He has lost practically all his matches since the AO. And he has a third round against Ferrero (a former winner) if he gets that far of course... But I hope he does, his spirits are low now, he could use a good performance! Plus he doesn't like Wimbledon, so he has to go all the way in RG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael Nadal&lt;/strong&gt;: a new favorite of mine, only 18 years old and Spanish. He's a real fighter. He is definitely one of the favorites, he has one two big dirt tournaments already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gustavo Kuerten:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't even know if he's in the draw. I guess he is and he really need a good performance after a lot of injury misery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guillermo Coria: &lt;/strong&gt;the finalist of last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommy Haas: &lt;/strong&gt;Although German, he's cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Belgians: Olivier Rochus, Christophe Rochus, Xavier Malisse, Kristof Vliegen, Dick Norman&lt;/strong&gt;: they all have very difficult draws. I would especially like Malisse going far, but he has one helluva draw, so I don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blake: &lt;/strong&gt;although American, I like him, he is very cute. Too bad he shaved off his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youhzny: &lt;/strong&gt;A typical Russian, I especially like his eyes and his fighting spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-C Ferrero: &lt;/strong&gt;too bad he has a third-round against Safin, because he's also one of my favorites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gael Monfils:&lt;/strong&gt; he's young and cool and a hiphop-fan. I like his attitude on court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay I guess that's it... I have some minor favorites, but i only root for them if the others are out, like Federer. I especially root against a lot of players :-D like Andy Roddick f.i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'd say: Let the games begin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111674788300425838?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111674788300425838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111674788300425838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111674788300425838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111674788300425838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/05/roland-garros.html' title='Roland Garros'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111661145877032212</id><published>2005-05-20T19:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:50:58.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>let me just say it now before you read this: it's boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jow! so i'm studying now! my thesis is gone!!! olé finally... now let's hope i haven't done it for nothing... i am capable of killing someone! ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's new?! Euhm, not a lot, i'm afraid. On wednesday i went to the movies: kingdom of heaven.  It was good. I'm not a fan of orlando bloom's but he was okay in the movie... It was also the first Star Wars-day... People in costumes all around the cinema, and one even 'didn't speak dutch', only djfisyh!uieh, some kind of star wars-language. Djeezes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And other big news: on wednesday I'm gonna have my teeth done: my 'wijsheidstanden' (i don't have a clue how to translate that, sorry) So I'm getting ready for a week looking like a .... euhm whatever creature has one big cheek? and fruitpap. Woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yes, like you see, I don't have a lot to talk about: Oh, but i didn't tell you about last sunday, the raymond vh groenewoud-gig. Well, I had to help, but I saw and heard most of the songs. It was okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, I think I'd better stop: it's too boring. I can't help it: studying is boring... but just 6 weeks or so and i'm done forever! (let's hope so, because I don't wanna jinx myself) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i think i'll watch 'never been kissed' tonight: one of my favorite 'bad, stupid' movies... hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: people that laugh at me because i'll watch this movie, probably like those movies themselves :-) Nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay that's it: sorry for the boredom-level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111661145877032212?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111661145877032212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111661145877032212' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111661145877032212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111661145877032212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/05/let-me-just-say-it-now-before-you-read.html' title='let me just say it now before you read this: it&apos;s boring'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111540076038876427</id><published>2005-05-06T19:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:32:40.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid I don't have a lot to tell: pre-exam weeks are soo boring. Oh, on monday i had a good time. We went to the turkish-pizza place in the sleepstraat: let me just say; the pizza i ate was delicious, really. I think the place was called Murhan or something. But I almost puked it all out when i was listening to one of val's stories. I really don't wanna write it down here, I rrreally don't... It's worse than you imagine, really, believe me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Annnnywayz, after that we went to the korenlei, the weather was nice so we sat outside. Val sent a message to her bf and he promissed to come. Mel couldn't let that happen, so she texted her bf as well... It almost didn't end good ;-) bottomline is: I had to go home alone, in those dark, dangerous ghent-streets... and no one even harassed me. I'm shocked and terribly disappointed! (okay for the less intellectual people - read: stupid - this is a joke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was kinda it for this week... Tomorrow's mel's birthday, hope we'll have a good time tomorrownight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh- almost forgot. I won't get through the exams... Well actually my diversion would've been tennis, but now my fave player, kim clijsters in case you didn't know, probably won't play roland garros. So what am i supposed to do now???? Safin is losing all the time, so i guess that will be nothing... Hewitt is going to be a dad (the world's definitely gone crazy), so he won't win. and I don't like henin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the woman side, i only like clijsters, and she prob won't be there... on the men side, i like safin and i guess nadal and ferrero and some others, but not that much. And safin definitely won't win. Bring on those holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111540076038876427?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111540076038876427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111540076038876427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111540076038876427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111540076038876427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-sucks.html' title='it sucks'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111501997270096601</id><published>2005-05-02T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:46:12.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you all enjoyed the nice weather yesterday!!! I know I did. Thesis can go to hell! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week I only have two classes, this afternoon en wednesday morning. Well, I guess that sounds good to most people, but to me that means staring at the computer 5 days this week! Jeij! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's almost over, thank god! There are some nice things this week too: tonight we go to dinner, that is to say the ones who don't have to study (or rather: who don't want to study) and Saturday it's mel's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's present-time again: mel's birthday, my brother's birthday the 10th, and mothersday. It's not really difficult to buy sth for my mother: she told me what she wants; the Bruce Springsteen-cd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well okay, gotta go now, in two hours i'm going, c u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111501997270096601?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111501997270096601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111501997270096601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111501997270096601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111501997270096601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hope-you-all-enjoyed-nice-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111486643536593750</id><published>2005-04-30T14:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T15:07:15.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's almost a week ago that I told u i finished writing. Mmm, guess what I'm doing right now. Writing. Actually, rewriting a part that i already wrote before: my first chapter. And it's a hell of a job! luckily, i'm almost finished... It took me a week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but enough about the t-word... let's talk about last week. I went to the movies (again! i know, i guess i like movies) to Kinsey. If you haven't seen it yet, go and see it! it's worth it. Oh, if you're really conservative: don't go! there are penisses everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the movies we went to a cafe/pub called de geus v gent. It's a place where intellectual people invent intellectual plans ;-) So what's the plan: we start lifting in ghent or in deinze, and in one day we have to get to a certain city, hitchhiking. It's a race, two days and it's called de geus-route! If you wanna join us, give me a sign. We still don't know exactly when and where, but that'll be worked out in the next few weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something else, yesterday after the radio progr, we went over to Isa's place (in deinze) and guess who is her neighbor: an ex mister belgium, Joachim dejonckheere, he was also in Stanley's route, a show on tv. We spied on him. hehe. He is really handsome ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i should go back to ... (you know what) xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111486643536593750?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111486643536593750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111486643536593750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111486643536593750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111486643536593750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111434392146134542</id><published>2005-04-24T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:58:41.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>thank Benedict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halleluja!!!!!!! I just finished the real writing for my thesis! The introduction, I swear it is the hardest part to write, is done! Don't worry, still a lot of work to do: reread everything, correct it, lay-out, and some other things. But hey, it's a big step.... Thank you, Pope Benedict the whatever number! I just know that you stood next to me. I was thinking which name I would pick if I would become poem: I think I like Pius the best, short and strong. John-Paul was okay too, but that's my uncle's name (well the french variant ;-) But since I'm female, I would be Pia: sounds good, doesn't it? I actually know someone with that name, a girl from Denmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this week was okay: Saw Million Dollar Baby: good movie, but not Oscar-good, in my opinion. Because of this, I missed the first episode of Temptation Island. Thank Benedict, they repeat it tonight! On Thursday, we went to a party of the Filologica in the Sioux. Oh and on wednesday I saw the Pianist again; I so love that movie. I wish I could have seen such a Jewish Ghetto, but they're all gone (on second thought, maybe it's good that they are gone ;-) I'm already glad that i'll see Auschwitz this summer, one of my dreams come true. (I know, I'm weird) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This afternoon, i'm going to my grandma and tonight back to ghent. I hope Rudi Vranx will be there tomorrow! With the pope-mania, he had to stay in rome, but he'll probably be there tomorrow. Halleluja! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's it for now ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111434392146134542?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111434392146134542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111434392146134542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111434392146134542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111434392146134542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/thank-benedict.html' title='thank Benedict'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111366487903723726</id><published>2005-04-16T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:21:19.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know something to make you all jealous!!!!!! Guess where i'm going tonight? And guess what I'm eating tonight? That's right!!! I'm going to my favorite mexican restaurant! jihhhhhhaaaaaaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111366487903723726?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111366487903723726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111366487903723726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111366487903723726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111366487903723726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-know-something-to-make-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111339626062494680</id><published>2005-04-13T14:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:44:20.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>INterNet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got internet in ghent! so you can expect more frequent posts! I know you're delighted to hear that. Too bad I don't have a lot to report... I've been sick since saturday, throwing up incl. On Sunday I saw how den tom boonen won paris-roubaix, jeij! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On monday we were invited to evelyne's new house: it's so big! and her new dog: it's so hairy! I am so jealous of her garden and balcony!!! so cool to have that in the centre of a city! After a tour of the house we had chinese (food!) It was yummie. Not so yummie the day after :-) I puked it all out. Well I don't know if it was the chinese noodles, I didn't actually look at it, but I guess so. Tuesday I did nothing: rested all day on my bed and read. Today I had class: the one thing that was funny about that was the pigeon on the ceiling. Hehe, the poor pigeon fell asleep during the class, can you imagine how boring it was? And now I'm here, and I really should start reading again, I want to read 100 pages today! c'mon natalie, get up and take your book! Internet's the devil!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111339626062494680?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111339626062494680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111339626062494680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111339626062494680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111339626062494680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/internet.html' title='INterNet'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111304259920007844</id><published>2005-04-09T12:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:29:59.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yesterday I took a day off... just being lazy all day... I saw this documentary about a mother who had left her two children (2 and 4) alone at home for two weeks, and they died. They showed a pic of the room they lived in, it was really shocking! I can't even describe it: garbage all over the place, no mattresses on the beds, used diapers on the floor... A lot of people from the very marginal neighborhood, talked about the mother and their own children. And the mother got to speak as well, and after having seen the documentary, I understand her arguments and such, I'm definitely not saying that I approve of them, not at all, of course. But I mean she was 23 when it happened, she had her first child at 16, at 23 she had four. All four from different fathers who left her after they knew she was pregnant. The two boys were kind of hyperactive. I mean I understand how somebody like that can go crazy... She had a new boyfriend and spent a lot of time at his place, those 14 days as well, she thought her mother would take care of the children. But only the girl was staying at the grandmother's place. It was all very sad, but it obviously was too much for a 23-year old, to take care of three children, and she was very labile as well. I know I don't want any children :-D but you guys know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that documentary took like 2 hours or something... As it was friday it was also chix-in-the-mix time and afterwards we went to the birthdayparty of melissa's sister. She got a dog!!! I remember I used to ask for a dog, but as my beloved brother is allergic to all animals (except fish and turtles) I couldn't. Now I don't want one anymore. They lose hair (and 1 person losing hair in one house is enough: Moi) they smell, plus I don't have the time to take care of a dog. And I'm sure that neither my parents nor my brother would wanna take care of it when I'm gone :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT one day I'll have a fish!! BE sure about that! I actually had a fish when I was young: actually four, their names were mum, dad, natalie and maxime :-) Very original, isn't it? Natalie lived the longest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111304259920007844?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111304259920007844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111304259920007844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111304259920007844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111304259920007844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-yesterday-i-took-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111288143180796600</id><published>2005-04-07T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T15:43:51.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what do you think of the new color? Nice, huh? Now anybody can comment on my posts! Keep it clean, guys! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and my hair's shorter, but not that much, so i guess no one will notice... At least all the knots are gone now :) For me it's more painful to go to the hairdresser's than the dentist. Really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111288143180796600?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111288143180796600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111288143180796600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111288143180796600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111288143180796600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-what-do-you-think-of-new-color-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111278962396337704</id><published>2005-04-06T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:13:43.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever had the feeling you were going mad? You feel the energy inside of you and it wants to come out, burst out... You have to hit something, throw something, jump on something... But at the same time you don't have any strength. I give you one advice: better to stay away from me now! I'm dangerous when i'm in this mood. Except if you're a candidate to be hit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course there's fuckin nothing on the fucking tv tonight, as yesterday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know what I have to do, what I have been doing for years now when I feel like this: Put my ipod on and play some eminem-song on, not any one of course, i have a few that got me through my second year of uni. Without those songs one in particular actually I wouldn't have passed. Maybe it can help me again. Too bad the new cd doesn't have such songs on it, the guy's way too happy now. no worries, i'll listen to his old cd. ANGRY MUSIC!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, tomorrow i go to the hairdresser's. I hate hairdressers, I guess you can see that on the way my hair looks :-), I hate the waiting, and I especially hate the washbassins, my poor neck!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111278962396337704?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111278962396337704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111278962396337704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111278962396337704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111278962396337704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/aaaaaaaaaah.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAH'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111270257724369022</id><published>2005-04-05T23:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:02:57.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuderuduruduru... holidays are so boring if you have to study. Yesterday I watched The Beach on tv, wish I was there now!*daydream* makes me look forward to summer. I like Leonardo Dicaprio as an actor, he has actually done some pretty good movies. Only too bad he did Titanic, he became too famous and underrated because of that. I haven't seen the Aviator yet, but since he was nominated for an oscar, I presume he did well. People who know me from way back, probably know about my teenage obsession with leo. That's obviously over, but I still admire him, because of his performances then I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and can they please shut up about the pope! he's dead now! no use to keep on talking about him... people die every day... Oh and: Danneels for pope! :-) and if not: an african pope will do, or maybe a south-american, please no Italian again. Not that I'm that catholic :-D I haven't been to church in like ten years, but anyhoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okaaay, cu lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111270257724369022?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111270257724369022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111270257724369022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111270257724369022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111270257724369022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuderuduruduru.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111260468365438937</id><published>2005-04-04T20:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:51:23.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I forgot to tell you about: I don't know if you guys know, but Nas is one of my favorite rappers, because of his conscious lyrics. So the 30th of March he comes to Belgium, and although I have been to a concert of his two years ago, I really wanted to go. But nobody wanted to come with me... (PITY me, egoistic people, and know that I WILL kill all of you if you would do the same with an Eminem concert, moehahaha, seriously) So I decided not to go alone to Schaarbeek, maybe if it would be in the Ab in brussels again or in Ghent I would've gone by myself. So a couple of weeks ago I entered a competition to win tickets. I didn't hear anything so I thought I didn't win. (I already had obliged a lot of people to enter it too, so I had more chance to win it) The 31st of march I check my email and notice an email by the title of: You've won 2 tickets to the concert of Nas. The email was sent, three hours before the concert, to my junk mail. You can't even imagine how frustrated, mad, aggressive,... I was at that moment. How life is ironic! So yes... That's it, not funny at all, although I have to laugh at it, it's kinda funny, but stupid. Who fucking sends an email just three hours before the concert? Not everybody checks his email every hour? I checked my email at 4 pm that day, and ten minutes later they sent the email, how stupid is that?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Okay, now that i've written it down, maybe i'll forget about it (nope).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, peace out, &lt;a href="mailto:m@thàf@ck&amp;rS"&gt;m@thàf@ck&amp;amp;rS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111260468365438937?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111260468365438937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111260468365438937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111260468365438937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111260468365438937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/nas.html' title='Nas'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111245398346153072</id><published>2005-04-03T03:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T16:59:43.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd attempt: three days ago or sth i wrote a message, but when i tried to submit it: gone! Internet rules!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, don't remember what i wrote in it, but should've been sth like this: About the Eifeesten: For those of you, who don't know about the Eierworp: it's a legal suicide attempt, ten times worse than a moshpit at a slipknot-show. Can you imagine sth? I was in the mids of all that. As you can imagine, I fell, on my head, almost trampled to death, but I did survive. Okay, now I still didn't explain what the eierworp is about: Eggs (not real ones, plastic ones) are falling from the air, inside there are prizes, up to 250 euros. People fight for that... But nuf said about that, it's a trauma for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that was monday, the rest of the week, not really anything happened. On wednesday I watched soccer, and it was boring. On Thursday I was supposed to go to ghent, but my loving brother, who's the youngest by the way!!!!!, had 'the right' to the car that night. I didn't know about that (the older sister should have the first chance to the car, don't you think?) Anyway i stayed home on thursday, jeij! Yesterday there was chix in the mix... Everything okay, afterwards Desperate Housewives. Although they said in the newspaper that it was the last episode, IT IS NOT!!! Three more follow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I went for lunch with my grandparents, little brother and nephew. Pizza. Nice food, nagging company. Grandparents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, update soon, I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111245398346153072?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111245398346153072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111245398346153072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111245398346153072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111245398346153072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/04/2nd-attempt-three-days-ago-or-sth-i.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111201595743762335</id><published>2005-03-28T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:19:17.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holidays! oh i already told that joke about workidays, didn't I? mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I did some shopping last week: bought some new thing. I guess you really don't care what I bought... So I won't tell you. The following things are not among them: some leopard print strings, leather pants with holes on the ass, or anything for the nose... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What else? On monday I went to a show of the Medicins: I'm so happy I don't study Medicins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday I actually went to a party in Deinze and it was actually fun! and there were actually cute guys, actually more than when i go to a party in ghent! What happened to the world? So yes, it was nice. And please don't ask what I have been doing the rest of the time: i hope you can guess. If you don't know, you're 1. stupid 2. you don't know me at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In ten minutes: Eifeesten in Kruishoutem. I'll try to catch the big one: 250 euros. (Like hell I will) and the idols are coming, olé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111201595743762335?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111201595743762335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111201595743762335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111201595743762335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111201595743762335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/03/holidays-oh-i-already-told-that-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111125492843282096</id><published>2005-03-20T04:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T18:55:28.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a week of ups and downs, but i only talk about the ups :-) gotta stay positive, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Wednesday, there was Nacht van het examen, and too bad, but I didn't win. I know it comes as a surprise for all of you, but there were actually ten people who knew more than me. What a shock! Some questions were easy: who is Kevin Federline's wife? (duuh, who doesn't know that?) and some more difficult: from which country is king Gumbool (or sth like that)? After the exam, there was the premiere of de indringer, a new flemish movie, with Koen de Bouw (mmm, do i need to say more?) and it was a good movie too. We got free chips!!! After the movie, Vic De wachter, one of the actors from the movie, announced the winners. And again, I wasn't one of them... But no worries, we got some free things like M&amp;Ms and a comic and other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What did I do on Thursdaynight: Mexican restaurant - St. Patricks day in an Irish Pub - the Limonada and then the Chocolat (that's a new hiphopclub on the Beestenmarkt). I had a fun night, and that's positive, isn't it? Some new energy to continue the thesis. One week left before the holidays, or should I say workidays? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday the radio show went good too, after that Desperate Housewives, and I didn't eat any chips! In case I didn't mention it: I'm trying to detoxicate from chips: I was addicted to them. No kidding, really. Last friday I tried to stay away from them, and I was suffering really bad, until I went to sleep, but I did it! On Saturday I can eat some, so I'm looking forward to it (in one hour or sth). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and of course sth else: Kim Clijsters plays the finals in two hours. What a comeback, I really hope she wins! I'll be definitely watching! In between Meglio Gioventu II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow more about this week: I have a kinda blackout or sth... Must be the headache I had for two days now... Peace out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111125492843282096?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111125492843282096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111125492843282096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111125492843282096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111125492843282096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-had-week-of-ups-and-downs-but-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9853197.post-111071601068556833</id><published>2005-03-13T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:13:30.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, it's already Sunday and I still haven't updated... So what happened this week: (I've blocked out all the thesis-things from my mind, so you won't find anything on that: but just know, half of the week was spent on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Monday, I went to see Ray: cool movie! I've been listening all weekend to a Ray Charles Hits-cd of my dad's so I guess that says enough. Although I like him a lot: he was a sex maniac, damn, how he cheated on his wife. But then again, he really had some great tricks to seduce women. Being blind helps as well, then you're sure he doesn't want you just because of how you look :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayz, on Tuesday, we went for dinner in a Turkish Restaurant in Ghent: it was really nice and good food. Afterwards we went to 'het Dreupelkot', and after that to ' t galgenhuisje' with some new friends: Val picked them up on the street. I guess she likes older men: it was a Dutch guy (30 years old, wife plus two kids) a South-African Guy (his name was actually Guy, he was 48 or so and had two kids as well) and then a spanish guy, named Jorge, of 28. We were like prostitutes: company for money (well, actually drinks). Some of us of course ordered the most expensive drink on the menu: Guess who? :-D It was not that bad: we got to learn a lot about ourselves: Isa has all the traits (from promiscuous to responsible to studious) you can think of, and some others have none :-D After this, we left our new friends and went to the Hasta Manana for a last drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday was my French class and on Thursday, again movies: Hide and Seek this time. Not bad, scary, surprise at the end... After a drink in the Hasta Manana, we witnessed a fighting: and you know how I love that :-) as a disaster tourist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week: 'Nacht vh examen' on wednesday, which I'm definitely gonna win and after that a premiere of a flemish movie with one of the actors present (Koen de Bouw, plz)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111071601068556833?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111071601068556833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111071601068556833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111071601068556833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111071601068556833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow-its-already-sunday-and-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111010571440234588</id><published>2005-03-06T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:41:54.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Allez Spirou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was cool! You're talking now to a new fan of Spirou Charleroi... :-) We left around 5 o'clock here and just 30 km away from Charleroi, it began snowing like crazy. Not cool. But anyway, we got there safe and sound. Inside we were brought to the vip-section and we got champagne! always nice. We got a lot of food too, but i was anxious to go to the match. It was really exciting until the end: spirou was behind with 8-5 points all the time but in the end they won by 1 point: 75-74, if i'm not mistaken. After the match we met with one player, the hope of belgian basketball. I took a photo of him with matthias, i'll add it later today. After some more food, we headed back to Machelen city. And now i got some new things to decorate my room: i'm officially a new fan of Spirou Charleroi :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today full force thesis again: I lost a lot of time yesterday: teaching english and leaving at 5 to charleroi, so it has to happen today :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I actually have a busy week this week... More about that next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111010571440234588?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111010571440234588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111010571440234588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111010571440234588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111010571440234588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/03/allez-spirou.html' title='Allez Spirou!'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-111002285182668567</id><published>2005-03-05T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:40:51.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>white spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tonight i'm going to Spirou Charleroi - Pepinster... and that's not soccer, as most people think: it's basketball, i would never go and see a soccergame of Charleroi on a Saturdaynight... Basketball on the other hand, yes. Tall, cute, muscular guys... half-nude :-) and it's Vip, so we get free food and drinks! Yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope it won't snow too much tonight, I don't feel too comfortable in a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After lunch i teach someone english for an hour and then three more hours of  'the interesting narrative of the life of Olaudah Equiano or, Gustavus Vassa, The African' : only fifty pages left! olé, then i have to read some articles and back to writing again... and then the same thing starts again and again and again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh i remember now what i forgot to write: or did I? whatever, short memory, i'll just tell it again: Rudi Vranx, my idol, in case you don't know, for non-belgians or stupid belgians: he's a war journalist. And since that's what i'd like to do when i'm old and wise, he's my idol :-D . Well so, my point is: he's coming to our class on Monday morning: 'Historische kritiek van woord en beeld in de massamedia' to speak about something (something about objectivity or whatever) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, time for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-111002285182668567?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/111002285182668567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=111002285182668567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111002285182668567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/111002285182668567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/03/white-spring.html' title='white spring'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-110994696926628393</id><published>2005-03-05T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:36:09.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>snow snow snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another week has gone by... And again the same story, a lot of my time is in function of my thesis... - I start to hate the word 'thesis', it's the most often used word this year - But I did some cool things as well: Sunday I finally booked my plane ticket to Brazil for this summer: In case you're interested: from the 22nd of july until the 16th of august I'll be somewhere around South-America... I'm looking forward to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What else... On Wednesday I went to Brussels: it was sooo freezing cold that day. Can you believe it: it's March and it's snowing at this very moment. It's supposed to be raining in March!!! That's what March is all about: thunder- lightning - rain, maybe a little bit of spring. But noooo, snow, temperatures below zero... It's hell to go outside in this weather, although maybe not hell... They always say hell is hot. Mmm, okay more like Siberia then. Actually I'd like to go to Siberia one day, but I don't want Siberia to come to me!!! So stop snowing and give me some degrees more! Thanx, whoever's up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Wednesday (yeah it was a busy day) I had my first french class: it was okay. Not too difficult, just the way i like it ;-) Suprisingly, there are a lot of non-flemish people in my class: there's a chinese girl, a Slovakian girl, two spanish people, and some others. But it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That same night (yeah very busy day) we went to the moiano concert in the charlatan. And guess what, Gabriel Rios and Balo from Starflam were guest-singers. Guess how happy val was... She attacked me with her camera, so I didn't see a lot of gabriel. But that's okay, the poor girl even gets an orgasm in the gym :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, maybe tomorrow more, my brains have 'frozen down'... cccccciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-110994696926628393?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/110994696926628393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=110994696926628393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/110994696926628393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/110994696926628393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/03/snow-snow-snow.html' title='snow snow snow'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-110934847504637592</id><published>2005-02-26T02:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:21:15.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god this week is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so glad that this week is over. I had two exams, spanish and french. They both went good, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but so i didn't do anything fun this week: just classes and studying. Boring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, on monday we have a cool class: it's called 'historische kritiek van woord en beeld in de massamedia' and i'm not gonna translate that. I did too much of thinking this week... My poor brains... in 24 hours, i had to switch between french, german, english, dutch and spanish... That's why I went home last night, i needed the rest... Plus there were two 3T-groupies in the room next to me... With 90s-earrings and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and yeah: sth positive this week: Hotel Rwanda. It's a great movie. You should all go and see it, so the world finally knows what's happening in Africa. I think twice i had tears in my eyes. Really sad. one funny element: belgium is in the movie! Especially Sabena... hehe. I didn't know that it were belgians who invented the difference between hutus and tutsis. I knew we could be bad as h(w)ell!! so yeah: go and see it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up to next week! (first the weekend of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9853197-110934847504637592?l=nataliedadudette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/feeds/110934847504637592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9853197&amp;postID=110934847504637592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/110934847504637592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9853197/posts/default/110934847504637592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliedadudette.blogspot.com/2005/02/thank-god-this-week-is-over.html' title='thank god this week is over'/><author><name>n*a*t*a*l*i*e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15396038088542198241</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-9853197.post-110889484298623174</id><published>2005-02-20T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T11:20:42.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have tttttons of work to do: i have a spanish exam on thursday and a french one on wednesday... I'm behind my schedule for my thesis and have to read a lot for classes this week. But nevertheless I went to the tennis tournament yesterday in antwerp... We had VIP tickets so we could eat before we went to see the game... Anyway, the match was good: Amelie Mauresmo - Alicia Molik. We've got Mauresmo's autograph! Afterwards we went to the VIP-zone... The guy we got the tickets from knew like everyone... We were sitting together with the manager of the Davitamon-team... He knew Tom Boonen!!! Too bad he's not available... Not that I like him that much, but all others are so stupid... Afterwards there was a double-match with Els callens, and we have hers and her partner's authograph too. Olé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was back home, of course I didn't do anything any more... I fell asleep in the sofa at 10.30 while watching black hawk down... So I really was tired, falling asleep when josh hartnett is on tv! So I just went to bed and got up a bit earlier this morning... Now I'm working on my thesis, tonight i'm going back to ghent and tomorrow class at 9... 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