<?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-20108141</id><updated>2011-09-10T14:11:51.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blindshots</title><subtitle type='html'>Photos, impressions, weird thoughts and life in general.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-116195459099540085</id><published>2006-10-27T15:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:09:51.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img141.imageshack.us/my.php?image=uselessbs9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/3341/uselessbs9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which gets me back to the point where I wonder why I DO wonder about it all instead of enjoying the feeling of loving and being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, but beautiful times lately. Don't come looking for me. I'm in the arms of my lover. Undercover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-116195459099540085?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/116195459099540085/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=116195459099540085' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/116195459099540085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/116195459099540085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/10/proof.html' title='Proof ?'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-116043165071220440</id><published>2006-10-10T00:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:07:30.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>little rock chick - totally emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the word and meaning of "emo" has almost chased me the last few days I decided to express my feelings about that in a new story about little rock chick and her life - if you happen to want to use this for your site, please mail to murmeline86 (at) gmx dot net. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/littlerockchicktotallyemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/littlerockchicktotallyemo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) by murmel / oct. 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-116043165071220440?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/116043165071220440/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=116043165071220440' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/116043165071220440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/116043165071220440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-rock-chick-totally-emo.html' title='little rock chick - totally emo'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115947947788778548</id><published>2006-09-28T23:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:37:57.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a visitor from outer space ?</title><content type='html'>This made me kind of smile and left me stunned at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/wot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/wot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115947947788778548?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115947947788778548/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115947947788778548' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115947947788778548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115947947788778548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/visitor-from-outer-space.html' title='a visitor from outer space ?'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115939659088757382</id><published>2006-09-28T00:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:37:55.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>little rock chick - out to everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom in a boring lesson of pedagogics I drew a new comic strip and story about the life and struggle of little goth girl, a rock music fanatic and lonely lesbian. In this show she recognises she's into girls, but her environment needs to know and reacts unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge and enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/littlerockchickpart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/littlerockchickpart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115939659088757382?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115939659088757382/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115939659088757382' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115939659088757382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115939659088757382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-rock-chick-out-to-everyone.html' title='little rock chick - out to everyone'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115861786092994036</id><published>2006-09-19T00:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:17:40.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>for the best picca in the world :)</title><content type='html'>fiona apple. sleep to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Your Middle Name: Caecilia (really!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Age: 20&lt;br /&gt;3. Single or Taken: single&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Movie: too many to name now - but mostly movies with a twisted edge and sick, funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Song: currently "when you were young" by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Band/Artist: K's choice - but actually so many more.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dirty or Clean: depends ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: not yet (planning to get tattooed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;1. Do we know each other outside of Live Journal? Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your philosophy on life? "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and to be loved in return."&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you have my back in a fight? Of course !&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite memory of us? Every laugh we have about something silly (especially "I have sex in the rain" Uli. *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you give me a kidney? Anytime.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: I tend to be a very serious person although I might seem pretty happy most of the time. I like the scent of the moment close before the rain sets in. And I'm currently facing lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? Gimme a train ticket and I'll be there. =)&lt;br /&gt;9. Can we get together and make a cake? I dunno if I'm useful, because my baking skills are limited but yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately? No.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me? I never did.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think I'm a good person? One of the best I got to know in my humble life.&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you drive across country with me? To England and further !&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think I'm attractive? I can't say. You're my friend ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could change anything about me, would you? I wouldn't change anything, because friendship is about accepting each other the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wear to sleep? Depends on the season. Mostly a t-shirt with short panties.&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you? LoL. We already have our monthly dates, you know. DAT ? ;)&lt;br /&gt;19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together ? I don't know. I guess we'd party with all the people that we love and kill ourselves before it happens, because we're both uncomfortable with the thought of not having control over our lives and death as well.&lt;br /&gt;20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you? Done. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115861786092994036?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115861786092994036/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115861786092994036' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115861786092994036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115861786092994036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-best-picca-in-world.html' title='for the best picca in the world :)'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115783132465156366</id><published>2006-09-09T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:48:44.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That woman got the blues...</title><content type='html'>My connection is acting strange, so I can't upload the song right now....anyway. The lyrics are strong, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anouk . loving whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you live in dusty twilight baby, that's ok&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are women at the bar to greet you every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take them back to lie with you and visit Jamie's room&lt;br /&gt;But they can never take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Or brighten all the gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your hands are clenched with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;May it help you ease your pain&lt;br /&gt;Though the windows have a view of city rain, city rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you walk in constant sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And you cry for me&lt;br /&gt;And if you're hit with painful memories&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if you drown yourself in liquor&lt;br /&gt;Because it keeps you company&lt;br /&gt;Then just remember who you're losing&lt;br /&gt;And be proud to set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it don't talk back or disagree&lt;br /&gt;It just makes you see so hazily&lt;br /&gt;But in de morning light your life is scattered with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;scattered with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they tell you on the telephone to let him go&lt;br /&gt;I said they tell you he's a sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;And he's tryin' to pull you down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That every time you call me up and say you want me back&lt;br /&gt;You know you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;You said you want me to come back home and try again&lt;br /&gt;You want me to make a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if wisdom says to let him go&lt;br /&gt;Then it's hell because you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby left me for a bottle&lt;br /&gt;And the lure of the nightlife&lt;br /&gt;Good times and crazy women&lt;br /&gt;And another glass of tangueray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if wisdom says to let him go&lt;br /&gt;Then it's hell because you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' whiskey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115783132465156366?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115783132465156366/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115783132465156366' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115783132465156366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115783132465156366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-woman-got-blues.html' title='That woman got the blues...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115758536189817415</id><published>2006-09-07T01:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:29:21.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>murmel in German</title><content type='html'>For the curious ones who aren't overstrained yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vogelperspektive.twoday.net"&gt;Vogelperspektiven und Ameisenmenschen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the chance to express myself better, because writing English is great fun, but not my mothers tongue. *whooo - a ryhme !*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;virtual greetings *&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115758536189817415?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115758536189817415/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115758536189817415' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115758536189817415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115758536189817415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/murmel-in-german.html' title='murmel in German'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115738512893929594</id><published>2006-09-04T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:52:08.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What would I be....</title><content type='html'>if I'd be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month: May&lt;br /&gt;a day of the week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;a daytime: early evening&lt;br /&gt;a Planet: Pluto&lt;br /&gt;an animal who lives in the sea: one of those fishes who can disguise themselves&lt;br /&gt;a point of the compass: south-west *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;a piece of furniture: a bed&lt;br /&gt;a sin: lust. *muhahah*&lt;br /&gt;a person in history: John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;a fluid: Absinth&lt;br /&gt;a stone: one of the fat and huge ones. ;)&lt;br /&gt;a tree: a willow&lt;br /&gt;a bird: an eagle&lt;br /&gt;a tool: a hammer&lt;br /&gt;a flower: a lily&lt;br /&gt;a type of weather: sunshine with a cool wind&lt;br /&gt;a mystic creature: the beast of "beauty and the beast"&lt;br /&gt;an instrument: drums. really.&lt;br /&gt;an animal: a cat&lt;br /&gt;a color: blue&lt;br /&gt;a vegetable: carrot&lt;br /&gt;a sound: *peng*&lt;br /&gt;an element: air&lt;br /&gt;a car: Peugeot 8-)&lt;br /&gt;a song: don't mag yourself (currently playing)&lt;br /&gt;a movie: city of angels&lt;br /&gt;a book: high fidelity by nick hornby&lt;br /&gt;a religion: buddism&lt;br /&gt;a word: fuck&lt;br /&gt;a part of the body: hand&lt;br /&gt;a facial expression: crying&lt;br /&gt;a subject: history&lt;br /&gt;a cartoon character: little rock chick ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shamelessly stolen by zis (c) *gg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115738512893929594?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115738512893929594/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115738512893929594' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115738512893929594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115738512893929594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-would-i-be.html' title='What would I be....'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115732929180444868</id><published>2006-09-04T02:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T02:21:31.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Game, set, Simpsons !</title><content type='html'>.stattgespräch - viel zu viel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/yellowsunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/yellowsunday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time sleeping on Friday night, because my stomach felt like my guts want to escape. My sis bought me Coke, Banana and pretzel sticks on saturday. Which helps against THAT kind of problems. I didn't think it would be so useful for my following two days.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself spending it alone, because T. had a terrible cold, sounded bad on the phone and was sorry about not being able to come, but what does it bring when she shows up and is much sicker later on ? So I found myself lieing around the whole weekend. I looked forward for a 5 hour marathon of "The Simpsons" episodes on sunday! Ironically life beats you in the face when you think everything is going right. I woke up and couldn't see on my right eye. I almost went nuts, while my parents were advising me to do this and that. Finally it got better and I was able to enjoy my sunday afternoon (which doesn't happen that often, I gotta admit). After the episode marathon I watched lots of Tennis from the US open and found myself really enjoying it. And I drank definitely too much Coke ! It's even worse for a gastrointestinal problems, but my sleeping habits suffered like hell from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great fun weekend, but I also thought a lot about this and that, caught an old friend online and listened to her everyday shitloads, she's dealing with. This remembered me to do a thing I wanted to do a long time ago. I registered myself a musician account at myspace to get my daily song ideas on a wire for the people who are interested. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/katdot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115732929180444868?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115732929180444868/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115732929180444868' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115732929180444868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115732929180444868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/game-set-simpsons.html' title='Game, set, Simpsons !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115706594239417783</id><published>2006-09-01T00:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:12:22.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot on !</title><content type='html'>dishwalla . mad life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/spoton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/spoton.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will perform again with my band and I feel like it's the first gig every time I step on stage. Most of the time it's a very poor kind of stage, but it is my platform to show people what I can do best : Sing and play guitar. I guess I was useless for this world before I started to make music. This is how it feels now. &lt;br /&gt;Some of you may not know how it feels to go on stage and play your songs, so I try to explain it. First of all : I like the whole happenings around as well. It's a good package, delivered to the right adress. I meet the people that discovered my/our music and invited us to play and have some nice chats, you set up the sound system, test your instruments, joke about this and that and then wait for the moment to come. It's time. My time. I'm able to present my music, together with my best friend(s) (because in the most cases and in the best ones, you're friends with your band members). And then : Spot on ! All eyes on me. Since I play my music I don't need to be the center of attention all the time anymore. I'm ok with having all attention on stage. We start to play the songs, songs that are filled with some of the strongest feelings a human being is able to send out and fill into a piece of music. And you give away your innermost to get applause back. It's like you fall into a sea of blankets, carried away by the people that shared their time with you to listen. And most of them listen more carefully than I do when I play my songs. They show up afterwards and explain how much they like the songs and that feels like heaven. Something I created means something to others, makes them feel vindicated in their feelings or just good. And I don't want to miss a single second of this. I'd like to tape EVERY gig we play and replay it again and again. But sometimes my memory is a good camera as well. &lt;br /&gt;If I had to describe it shortly, I'd say I'm the most fulfilled and happy person in the world when I'm on stage. Maybe it's because I never felt anything stronger. I bet there's things like love that are able to make you feel the same, but lovers come and go. The music stays. And that's what's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115706594239417783?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115706594239417783/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115706594239417783' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115706594239417783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115706594239417783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/09/spot-on.html' title='Spot on !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115679679502084071</id><published>2006-08-28T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:46:37.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>all that you can't leave behind</title><content type='html'>.fleetwood mac.:. landslide (live) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes the weekend. The fact that you looked so forward for something that passes by so fast is strange enough. But hey : It was my birthday, so invited some friends to come over to AB City (I called it this way because most of you don't know where it is anyway and it's not THAT important) and go to the "Stadtfest". This a huge party throughout the whole city where live bands play on every corner, some on big stages - others on smaller ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the weather wasn't in the best mood, so we looked for shelter from the rain and found it in one of the loveliest bars around : The burren bar, an irish pub in AB City. We had great fun and laughed our asses off about some funny details, like ordering cherry-banana juice for almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself, it looks like Lavalamps :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kibarunde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kibarunde2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this VERY fitting poster :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/beeer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/beeer2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I got a special craving for asian food after chatting with joh and looking on her Nippon snapshots we got ourselves some VERY delicious, asian stuff : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/asianfoood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/asianfoood2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having food and drinks we decided to watch some bands play. Sadly I have no good pictures of "ononmototolo" who covered U2, Sting and The Police in a great way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a very nice weekend with some of my best friends. Thanks to the freckle who resisted my bad jokes and blabbering attacks. You rock ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline is - how fitting - from a U2 record. And it has a special reason. It's strange, but after reaching the age 20 some old habits fell off me like melting snow. I try to reflect myself and my behaviour a little more, keep up the contact with beloved ones and put myself a bit more behind, listen more. I think it's a good way. And it pays back soon. Today I chatted with an internet buddy who has been in Australia for one year. And I apologized. It's hard to get your mistakes into a sorry word. But it relieves and lets you think that are some things you CAN leave behind and some things are better brought up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115679679502084071?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115679679502084071/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115679679502084071' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115679679502084071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115679679502084071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-that-you-cant-leave-behind.html' title='all that you can&apos;t leave behind'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115628723444805566</id><published>2006-08-23T00:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:35:04.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A song</title><content type='html'>..again and yes it's the bare truth. This song almost made me cry - if I wouldn't be out of tears yet I surly cried. Anyway, I think you should listen to it and read what got me so tear blinded. Sometimes people sing what you can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Natalie Merchant .:. my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my body&lt;br /&gt;Look at my hands&lt;br /&gt;There's so much here that I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your face-saving promises&lt;br /&gt;Whispered like prayers&lt;br /&gt;I don't need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been treated so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've been treated so long&lt;br /&gt;As if I'm becoming untouchable&lt;br /&gt;Well, contempt loves the silence&lt;br /&gt;It thrives in the dark&lt;br /&gt;With fine winding tendrils&lt;br /&gt;That strangle the heart&lt;br /&gt;They say that promises sweeten the blow&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need them, no&lt;br /&gt;I don't need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been treated so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've been treated so long&lt;br /&gt;As if I'm becoming untouchable&lt;br /&gt;I'm the slow dying flower&lt;br /&gt;In the frost killing hour&lt;br /&gt;Sweet turning sour anduntouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness&lt;br /&gt;The sadness&lt;br /&gt;The weakness&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;br /&gt;I need a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;A kiss good night&lt;br /&gt;Angel sweet love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the slow dying flower&lt;br /&gt;In the frost killing hour&lt;br /&gt;Sweet turning sour anduntouchable&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the way that you touched me before&lt;br /&gt;All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored&lt;br /&gt;Your face-saving promises whispered like prayers&lt;br /&gt;I don't need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness&lt;br /&gt;The sadness&lt;br /&gt;The weakness&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;br /&gt;I need a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;A kiss good night&lt;br /&gt;Angel sweet love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well is it dark enough&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me&lt;br /&gt;Can you reach me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;You better shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;And hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;And kiss me now&lt;br /&gt;And catch your death&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I mean this&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I mean this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Edit : I'll take this player out of the blog after a few days, because it starts automatically and I don't want to go on your nerves. To click on the "stop" button if you have enough of the song is self explainatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115628723444805566?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115628723444805566/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115628723444805566' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115628723444805566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115628723444805566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/08/song.html' title='A song'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115602535407458970</id><published>2006-08-19T23:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:09:14.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Some people kept asking me what I ACTUALLY DID the last 3 weeks. So here are some impressions of my work with altogether 180 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kiddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kiddies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/nils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/nils.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/relaax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/relaax.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sunburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sunburn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/holzwurmmuster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/holzwurmmuster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mel : Sorry for my absence in all types of media. I hope I can be online and reachable tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115602535407458970?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115602535407458970/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115602535407458970' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115602535407458970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115602535407458970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115558704419666230</id><published>2006-08-14T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:24:04.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the returning pattern</title><content type='html'>.sun kil moon - tiny cities made of ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/growallstadt069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/growallstadt069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the small path between falling asleep and being awake ? I think I'm trapped inbetween. After I found out for myself that there's no masterplan or big thing to come I stumble through the day with a big white veil in front of my eyes. And this makes it kind of ironic because I preach to all of my friends that things will get better and that it's right to go out and give yourself away. I think I gave all of my precious parts away and now I'm just a machine with a returning pattern. Falling in and out of love and trying to get over it somehow. I can't even say I hate it. I'm getting used to it. And this is what scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115558704419666230?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115558704419666230/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115558704419666230' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115558704419666230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115558704419666230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/08/returning-pattern.html' title='the returning pattern'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115421903648733040</id><published>2006-07-30T02:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:29:09.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>crap deluxe</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is human, right ? If we don't have any bigger problems, we create ourselves some. I tried to post a review of the Kettcar concert (if it's a german band, it's not really reasonable to post it on the english blog. The words lose their meaning and it's just not ... I dunno. It doesn't work.) but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;But I decided that blogigo sucks. It doesn't resize my posted pictures, the design mode doesn't work and I just don't think we'll be friends. I deleted my account. So don't waste your time clicking on my german blog. I'll think about a new one.&lt;br /&gt;That's no big thing, you might think but for me it is.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I just came home from a wedding (which ALWAYS makes me sentimental) and I had nothing else to do than to worry about this fucking blog problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I swear a lot lately. Even on our gig yesterday. Does this mean something ? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway : Here's a picture of the gig. A picture says more than 1000 words. Needless to say it was one of the best live performances I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/reimerundmarkus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/reimerundmarkus1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away for 3 weeks now. And I don't think I'll be online for very long if I'm home on the weekends. So : If you feel like talking to me, simply dial my mobile number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...und du kannst ja gehen...und wir, wir sagen dir dann wie's war.." - Kettcar . volle distanz&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luxurous greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : The typos come back. I should sleep more. Definetely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115421903648733040?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115421903648733040/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115421903648733040' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115421903648733040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115421903648733040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/crap-deluxe.html' title='crap deluxe'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115389929620348088</id><published>2006-07-26T09:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:36:48.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja, ja...</title><content type='html'>I'm a crazy fool who has nothing else to do than to blog about every single fucking detail in my miserable life. But I've got a new blog. In German again. I miss writing my daily crap in my mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious, attending a german lesson or just want to look over for the content : Click at &lt;a href="http://www.blogigo.de/killerkiwi"&gt;killerkiwi - zwischen tarantino und fruchtsaft&lt;/a&gt; -&gt; still in the works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115389929620348088?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115389929620348088/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115389929620348088' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115389929620348088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115389929620348088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/ja-ja.html' title='Ja, ja...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115378103098431506</id><published>2006-07-25T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:43:51.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rozenbottels and running on dry</title><content type='html'>--&gt; ani di franco . untouchable face (live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was relaxing in general. We had very few kids to look after and because of the heat nobody could get outside. So we sat down and I spent a round of ice tea for everybody. &lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom we played around with the dutch ingredients and the words that are said there. The kids favourite word was "rozenbottel", because it sounds weird and it's fun to speak. If I'd translate it to it's not that extraordinary and funny anymore, so : Look for the translation yourself ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the weather makes me kinda feel down. We postponed the recording session to tonight at 7pm and I still don't have any ideas. I dunno what to write about anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And listening to Ani and her genius lyrics doesn't lift my self-concience at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go and see what's gonna come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;they told you your music could reach millions&lt;br /&gt;the choice was up to you&lt;br /&gt;you told me they always pay for lunch&lt;br /&gt;and they believe in what i do&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if you'll miss your old friends&lt;br /&gt;once you've proven what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder when you're a big star&lt;br /&gt;will you miss the earth&lt;br /&gt;and i know you always, always want more&lt;br /&gt;i know you, you'll never be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everyone is a fucking napoleon&lt;br /&gt;everyone is a fucking napoleon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ani difranco . napoleon&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;edit : I wrote a song during the recording session. It's called "running on dry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115378103098431506?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115378103098431506/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115378103098431506' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115378103098431506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115378103098431506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/rozenbottels-and-running-on-dry_25.html' title='rozenbottels and running on dry'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115356670346147654</id><published>2006-07-22T13:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:11:43.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>shoegazing</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that Germany is suffering under the mercyless heat that's coming over the country. There have been severeal injured and collapsed people, one dead girl in Bavaria (breakdown within a 75m run) and of course fans are sold-out. So : What else to do these days than sitting in the shade with a cool, non-alcoholic drink and a good book ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT you may all have a mother. And you know what mothers like to do. They think you're broke and generally unable to pick the right shoes and pants for yourself. So did my mom. She kicked me out of bed at 9am (after a short night, because I worked overtime and came home at 11pm instead of 5.30pm!!!) and decided to drag me to the city. So we ended up there and she always picked on me, because "I AM GRUMPY". Of course I AM ! I'm no fan of running around and look for shoes and pants when it's 35 ° C (95°F!!) outside. So this was basically my first half of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plan to lie in the shade. Not more and not less. Watch out MOM ! *swings a full bottle of juice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115356670346147654?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115356670346147654/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115356670346147654' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115356670346147654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115356670346147654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/shoegazing.html' title='shoegazing'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115333941033619081</id><published>2006-07-19T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:03:30.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>follow the fake rainbow bikini !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/rainbowbra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/rainbowbra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why. There's no real reason. I'm just melting away and found another stunning piece of randomness in my all-day life which I wanted to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115333941033619081?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115333941033619081/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115333941033619081' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115333941033619081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115333941033619081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/follow-fake-rainbow-bikini.html' title='follow the fake rainbow bikini !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115317146992197842</id><published>2006-07-17T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:32:26.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>Things I noticed. Again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've had some heavy rotation LPs these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000EF7Z7W.03._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1141298448_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0000276IB.03._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1133611290_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I stumbled through the day : No single situation without me getting hurt somewhere. Maybe it's the weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I passed my exams with a 1 (= A) in German and a 2 (=B) in Pedagogics. I thought I was very bad, but life sometimes proves that black is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are only 2 weeks left until I'm finished at my working place. The kids were really sad today when I told them. I'm sorry for them, too but not for my working mates. Can't even call them "mates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have holidays from 28th of July until 13th of September. Two days later, because THE POPE is coming to Bavaria. Never thought I'd enjoy the fact that he's here. But hey : 2 days more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Realised that I'm working 3 weeks in August. Urgh. But money makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Discovered a cool band from Texas. Bon Terra. I looove their song "underdog" ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Check them out at myspace (www.myspace.com/bonterrarocks) and on their homepage (www.bonterratheband.com) ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm getting along with html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sascha and I will start recording next week. Yihaa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I miss myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115317146992197842?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115317146992197842/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115317146992197842' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115317146992197842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115317146992197842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115315521302968069</id><published>2006-07-17T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:53:36.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only bored people do surveys !</title><content type='html'>So do I. And I'm not ashamed of it. Sorry for stealing it, Picca. I hope you'll be interested in my answers anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;Post the first 40 songs that come up. You can repeat artists if you want. Then answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONGS&lt;br /&gt;1. Beatsteaks . filter&lt;br /&gt;2. cold . suffocate&lt;br /&gt;3. morrissey . first of the gang to die&lt;br /&gt;4. sarah bettens . busy (live)&lt;br /&gt;5. snow patrol . chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;6. sarah bettens . stay (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;7. ani DiFranco . napoleon (live)&lt;br /&gt;8. gorillaz . don't get lost in heaven&lt;br /&gt;9. k's choice . winners (live)&lt;br /&gt;10. woodface . good morning hope (live)&lt;br /&gt;11. sarah bettens . not insane&lt;br /&gt;12. jason mraz . clockwatching&lt;br /&gt;13. we are scientists . nobody move, nobody get hurt&lt;br /&gt;14. morcheeba . what new york couples fight about&lt;br /&gt;15. foo fighters . razor&lt;br /&gt;16. sarah bettens . not an addict (live)&lt;br /&gt;17. cat stevens . the wind&lt;br /&gt;18. groove armada . think twice&lt;br /&gt;19. tool . faaip de ooaid&lt;br /&gt;20. the raconteurs . intimate secretary&lt;br /&gt;21. k's choice . another year (live from Tel-Aviv)&lt;br /&gt;22. cold . wasted years&lt;br /&gt;23. kettcar . im taxi weinen&lt;br /&gt;24. gorillaz . demon days&lt;br /&gt;25. nirvana . pennyroyal tea (unplugged)&lt;br /&gt;26. bangles . manic monday&lt;br /&gt;27. jimmy eat world . kill&lt;br /&gt;28. sheryl crow . all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;29. 12 stones . let go&lt;br /&gt;30. john butler trio . damned to hell&lt;br /&gt;31. ani difranco . 32 flavours&lt;br /&gt;32. ani difranco . going down&lt;br /&gt;33. melissa ferrick . then so it is&lt;br /&gt;34. wir sind helden . rüssel an schwanz&lt;br /&gt;35. elliott smith . lets get lost&lt;br /&gt;36. evanescence . hello&lt;br /&gt;37. del amitri . sleep instead of teardrops&lt;br /&gt;38. ani difranco . fire door (live)&lt;br /&gt;39. eva cassidy . time after time&lt;br /&gt;40. nick drake . black mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Which song do you prefer, #1 or #40?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess I'll put a tie in here. Both artists have good songs and as I don't like this one from Nick Drake not THAT much it's a tie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever listened to #12 continuously on repeat?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never listened to it before. I just put it on my PC and so it popped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What album is #26 from?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I dunno. It's the Bangles. I'm no hardcore fan, I just like some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think about the artist who did #15?&lt;br /&gt;One of the last good, ass-kicking and credible bands alive. And the funny thing is I thought for YEARS that the drummer of Nirvana had a brother who plays guitar in the foo fighters. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is #19 one of your favorite songs?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes. I like other songs from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who does #38 remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of Mel, because she gave me some Ani stuff and made me fall in love with her music again after I listened to her before and didn't get why all people love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does #20 have better lyrics or music?&lt;br /&gt;Again a song I didn't listen to yet. So it's not possible to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do any of your friends like #3?&lt;br /&gt;Katharina loves it and she gave it to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is #33 from a movie soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes, but it's off the soundtrack of my life. Very meaningful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is #18 overplayed on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;Definetely not. Still it's a poppy and very good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What does #21 remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;Me, walking around my flat when listening to the album it the first time and the feeling of stumbling over some extraordinary piece of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which song do you prefer, #5 or #22?&lt;br /&gt;I like both, because the transported feeling is quite the same. Strange, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What album is #17 from?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it's on the "almost famous" o.s.t., but I guess it's from one of Stevens early LPs. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When did you first hear #39?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, that's hard to say. But it's one of my favourites of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What genre is #8?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say pop/trip-hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do any of your friends like #14?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Mel probably does, because I got the LP from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What color does #4 remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;It's not a color, it's more a vague veil of sunlight, mixed with clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever blasted #11 on your stereo?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah ! It's an ass-kicking song !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What genre is #37?&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you play #13 on any instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Probably on guitar, but haven't tried yet(good idea, btw. ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favorite line from #30?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think it's an instrumental. But instrumentals are sometimes even better than too much lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite lyric from #23?&lt;br /&gt;"..das gegenteil von gut ist gut gemeint&lt;br /&gt;in empfindsamkeit vereint. hier. befindlichkeitsfixierter aufstand.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you recommend #24 to your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, but I guess it'd have to be a friend who likes that kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is #2 a good song to dance to?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. It's melancholic. Maybe just a little elegy in squares or smth. like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you ever hear #16 on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;Not on german radio cause they fucking dunno what they miss when they don't play her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is #32 more of a “nighttime” or “daytime” song?&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Does #36 have any special meaning to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it helped me dealing with lots of stuff. But this is getting personal, so I'll cut it at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do any of your friends like #31?&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, Mel looooves it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Is #25 a fast or slow song?&lt;br /&gt;It's mellow and slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is #35 a happy or sad song?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, haven't listened to it precise enough to say it. But Elliott Smith is dead, so everything he sings is basically sad. A big loss. I love his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is one of your favorite lyrics from #9?&lt;br /&gt;"if I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is #34 better to listen to alone or with friends?&lt;br /&gt;With friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When did you first hear #27?&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Name 3 other songs by the artist who did #29?&lt;br /&gt;only know "broken" (which is also superb, btw) of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you know all the words to #6?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does #28 have better lyrics or music?&lt;br /&gt;Better music definetely. The lyrics are pretty plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What album is #10 from?&lt;br /&gt;From the also entitled "good morning hope" LP. Great album !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115315521302968069?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115315521302968069/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115315521302968069' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115315521302968069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115315521302968069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-bored-people-do-surveys.html' title='Only bored people do surveys !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115265197598971828</id><published>2006-07-11T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:08:18.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it all for one cookie !</title><content type='html'>Today was a wild mixture of working outside, building houses for the kiddies to play in and putting aaall that stuff afterwards online, e.g. transport it from the camera onto the PC AND redesigning my myspace site (if you're curious, it's still : http://www.myspace.com/murmel86). While encoding my video, I got bored and drew a little cartoon. Don't expect Picassos  - it was just a little time by myself with weird thoughts in my head and a pencil in my hand. It's about a girl. Today, she was born and caught my attention immediately - cause she's so full of randomness. I hope you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents, make way for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little rock chick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/littlerockchickintroedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/littlerockchickintroedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115265197598971828?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115265197598971828/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115265197598971828' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115265197598971828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115265197598971828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-did-it-all-for-one-cookie.html' title='I did it all for one cookie !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115255944556291244</id><published>2006-07-10T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:25:15.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>who needs a story if you have a song ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Hot town, summer in the city...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in the morning you could see the stirring heat over the streets and the city - it's gonna be a hot day and no one knows where our school project leads us to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;back of my neck getting dirty and gritty&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finding out that we were asked to redesign a playground for kids from the age 0-3 years we started and after a short while I had little pieces of wood everywhere on my body, especially my neck itched so hard it drove me nuts - but it's all for the kiddies, so what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;been down, isn't it a pity ?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's early noon when I started to feel my bones, and they didn't feel good. Working in the garden, digging out holes, sawing holes in wooden houses and pressing boards against screws is not really the healthiest activity in the sticky summer sun. But hey, another good point : I get muscles and another tan ! Yihaa ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;doesn't seem to be a shadow on the city&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares about the heat? we drove in a climated car ! HAHA ! And this day was fun. This day was about DOING SOMETHING and not sitting around to write off stuff from the chalk board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And action !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115255944556291244?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115255944556291244/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115255944556291244' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115255944556291244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115255944556291244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-needs-story-if-you-have-song.html' title='who needs a story if you have a song ?'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115208362144789039</id><published>2006-07-05T09:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:16:53.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A song and many thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;They painted up your secrets&lt;br /&gt;With the lies they told to you&lt;br /&gt;And the least they ever gave you&lt;br /&gt;Was the most you ever knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder where these dreams go&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in your way&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in all this screaming&lt;br /&gt;No one's listening anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is small and fading&lt;br /&gt;And you hide in here unknown&lt;br /&gt;And your mother loves your father&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she wonders where these dreams go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the world got in her way&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in ever trying&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changing anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They press their lips against you&lt;br /&gt;And you love the lies they say&lt;br /&gt;And I tried so hard to reach you&lt;br /&gt;But you're falling anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know I see right through you&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in your way&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in all this screamin'&lt;br /&gt;You're not listening anyway&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goo goo dolls . acoustic #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I listened to it like five times in a row to get the whole meaning, but some songs dig in a deepness you never looked in. You never allowed yourself to look in. Interesting how one song can fit so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acoustic greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115208362144789039?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115208362144789039/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115208362144789039' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115208362144789039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115208362144789039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/song-and-many-thoughts.html' title='A song and many thoughts'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115196134790670654</id><published>2006-07-03T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:15:47.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>one finger on the sun...</title><content type='html'>..there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sildemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sildemo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official, first done song of the record. Not very special designed, but it doesn't need to be anyway. Sascha brought it to me after remastering and singing a new second voice on it.&lt;br /&gt;Not only a nice thing because it's delivered on time to the guy who puts it on a local newcomer sampler - Sascha and I were able to talk. About silent revolution, the music, the women and life in general. It's always a very interesting share of thoughts and not rarely we laugh out loud at the end of it because we're soo right about it all.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what made me realise what life is all about : Sharing your feelings. Now matter how you do it, just do so. Even if it's hard to say you're sorry, you're happy or sad. Feelings are the strongest signs of living. And if you find out one day, you're feelings are gone - you're probably lifeless then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Still waitin' for the day you open up and see&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful this world can be&lt;br /&gt;when you appreciate the beauty in itself&lt;br /&gt;and be yourself someday..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplative greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115196134790670654?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115196134790670654/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115196134790670654' title='9 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115196134790670654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115196134790670654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-finger-on-sun.html' title='one finger on the sun...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115187273337614742</id><published>2006-07-02T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:41:10.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany by car and a journey to myself</title><content type='html'>bon terra . definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little chillout saturday I had a date today with three guys 40 kilometers away from my place. They're trying to put a band together and looked for a singer/guitarist. So, I accepted the invitation and drove to their place.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I had to drive by memory and intuition, the journey made me also realise how many beautiful corners Germany actually has. The sun was shining, the sky was drenched in blue : What else do you need ?&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the "graduated fool" LP by Anouk whilst driving and became contemplative about everything that's going on so far. Confronted with myself, all alone in the car and many roads ahead I questioned my relation to beloved people, my efforts to keep up my education and my musical obsession. I mean, honestly that's all I can do well. I've never been good at school or in my job. But just give me a guitar and a mic and I sing and play for my life. This is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I was able to do this now. I arrived late but the guys took it with a smile and lead me into the basement where everything was build up already. The drummer was a bit late, so we talked about the "Southside Festival"  because the guitarist has been there also. After the drummer arrived, we rehearsed a bit. I played a song of mine to them and within 1 hour the song was finished. I tell you, it's a kick-ass song and it sums everything up that has happened in my life over the last years. Working title :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"anybodys shoulder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot how it feels to play with a full band and it was huge fun ! :) The guys are very talented and determined. Two of the things you should call your own if you want to make it one day.&lt;br /&gt;So, this was a very nice way of ending the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;And being away from home and your room is good. It refreshed the heart and mind. And mine definitely needed a little bit of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice end of the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115187273337614742?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115187273337614742/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115187273337614742' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115187273337614742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115187273337614742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-by-car-and-journey-to-myself.html' title='Germany by car and a journey to myself'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115144588322541920</id><published>2006-06-27T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:04:43.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the return of random things</title><content type='html'>--&gt; the gossip . standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interesting notices of today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a TAN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/braaaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/braaaun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I need more sleep than the human body even needs. Humm...should I think about that or just give up wondering ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm really messy. You know, not messy like throwing garbage in my flat - I just forget many things and feel like sleepwalking awake. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SOMEONE changed my blog settings. So, now it looks fucked up on both browsers. And YES, I did refresh the browers. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. France was much better than expected and I'm happy for Zinedine Zidane and his goal. One of my favourite players and probably one of the best midfielders of all time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I tell myself everyday to go to bed earlier but I always happen to go to bed around midnight. I can't even call it an inner clock. I just don't feel like sleeping before that time. Maybe this would change if I had someone to lie next to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm curious about my exam results and honestly : Maybe it would be even good if I fail. Don't look like this ! It's good to not go nuts about it, right ? So : I'm calm like corn in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHMMMMMMMM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later than late&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : A tip, just to let you know :&lt;br /&gt;Germany vs. Argentina &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115144588322541920?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115144588322541920/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115144588322541920' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115144588322541920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115144588322541920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/return-of-random-things.html' title='the return of random things'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115134169413222434</id><published>2006-06-26T17:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:08:14.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions from "Southside Festival" 2006</title><content type='html'>As I know that Mel will probably write also a review I just thought of posting some snapshots I did this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ GOOD +&lt;br /&gt;+I met some very nice people, had good talks and got their adresses to stay in contact&lt;br /&gt;+the weather was more than summer like and I have like 5 sunburns - but who cares if you had the perfect festival weather ? :)&lt;br /&gt;+I had a nice trip to the swimming pool in Tuttlingen with our tent neighbors from Stuttgart&lt;br /&gt;+the bands were awesome and I even happened to see some new bands I haven't heard that much of&lt;br /&gt;+We were able to watch the Germany football game and they won ! :D&lt;br /&gt;+I met "the kooks" and "elbow" at the autograph stand and they were VERY nice -  :)&lt;br /&gt;+Best Performances: Billy Talent, The Kooks, Skin, The Raconteurs, Elbow, Wir sind Helden, The Gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BAD-&lt;br /&gt;- my backpack got stolen - I got to wear the SAME clothes from friday to sunday night and some of my favourite Band T-Shirts are gone - I hope, not forever :s&lt;br /&gt;- the baggage controls at the festival ground entrance were a bit too picky - I always had to wait 10 minutes to get through :(&lt;br /&gt;- I missed "The Cardigans" because of the Germany game - but Mel said they sucked anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;- the prices for the beverages were totally off the wall - and of course the well-known german beer brewery made the deal of their lifetime in the heat of Neuhausen *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;- Although we were lucky not to get stuck in the huge storm we had big problems to drive - the sky seemed to open its gates and a dangerous mix of wind/hail/rain/thunder/lightning was coming over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good weekend and I hope my tent buddies see it the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos (-&gt; click to enlarge) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/wasserspritzen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/wasserspritzen4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/lukepritchardthekooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/lukepritchardthekooks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke Pritchard (The Kooks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/benharper4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/benharper4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/ben4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/ben4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Benjamin Kowalewicz (Billy Talent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/blauebhne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/blauebhne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/guygarvey5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/guygarvey5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                             Guy Garvey (Elbow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sturm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sturm2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE STORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laters&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115134169413222434?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115134169413222434/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115134169413222434' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115134169413222434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115134169413222434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/impressions-from-southside-festival.html' title='Impressions from &quot;Southside Festival&quot; 2006'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115083859376244692</id><published>2006-06-20T23:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:26:45.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hands down . . .</title><content type='html'>...feet up, head high ! I'm done. Done with my exams, done with my working mates, happily looking for my second festival this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Southside Festival :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I found out that I'm not resist against the heat that's raging here in Germany. I'm slightly going nuts, but to quote "SOMEONE" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me : "Aw, yeah I'm crazy today, I know.."&lt;br /&gt;Mel : "today ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115083859376244692?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115083859376244692/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115083859376244692' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115083859376244692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115083859376244692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/hands-down.html' title='hands down . . .'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115070137040958168</id><published>2006-06-19T09:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:20:00.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out, Sigmund Freud !</title><content type='html'>--&gt; traffic noise from outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I dreamt shitloads of pointless stuff. Amusing, but as I take my dreams pretty serious I started to wonder about :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; me, holding hands with a girl, that surly DOESN'T want to hold hands with me&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; running with her up to  a hill (people told me it's a good place to hang around) where we find a rusted, old bus&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; the radioin the bus is still working and tells us that a body was found near this place&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; we run like hell, while we are chased by this man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/knisch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/knisch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For your information - he's no murderer, politician or bad person in any sense. Just a sport moderator. Strange enough that HE should be the enemy. Tss. But maybe sport moderators are the new bad people of tomorrow. Who knows ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &gt; after being chased (we got away safely ! YAAAY! ) the "girl" runs away and feel that I lost her&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; I scream her name as loud as I can and suddenly and old classmate of mine says [imagine a incredibly low voice for a girl] : "Hey, maybe she's on the hill!"&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; I run up that hill, but I just find her keys and she wrote on it "HAHA!" with an arrow to the left&lt;br /&gt;- &gt; I find her and introduce my former classmate to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up and I just have one question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud would be pleased to analyse this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe Sarah Bettens was true when she sang :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay to wonder why but don't expect to understand your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115070137040958168?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115070137040958168/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115070137040958168' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115070137040958168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115070137040958168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/watch-out-sigmund-freud.html' title='Watch out, Sigmund Freud !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115037277539283243</id><published>2006-06-15T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:59:35.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>sportfreunde stiller . 54, 74, 90, 2006 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/grass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy to everyone who hates football these days.  In Germany you can't get out of this alive. And for those who wrote good marks in the history lesson it wasn't always easy to be proud of Germany. But lately a kind of invisible power has moved the country. Strange enough that such a pointless sport like football can unite people from all possible countries, but in Germany I think everyone would agree if I call it mass hysteria. Gladly, I'm a football fan and former footballer (yes, hit me! I can stand it! ;). And I surly will be at some place with a biiig screen on the next match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grassy greetings -- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115037277539283243?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115037277539283243/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115037277539283243' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115037277539283243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115037277539283243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-115005797517602967</id><published>2006-06-11T22:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:32:55.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>anti or independent ?</title><content type='html'>--&gt; alice in chains . rooster  (unplugged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that point when you felt like you had built up your own little universe with favourite movies, music and people and suddenly feel so stressed out of holding all these things up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a bit of my life in the last half year and I came to the conclusion that I don't need to be anti or something. It's the wrong expression of a life-style that has corrupted myself. I feel like I need to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;Independent of all these consum things that try to suck up the rest of your mind and the money out of your pocket, independent of people who cost me so much power to hold on and don't even notice it, independent of this "if you don't like this or do this you're uncool" attitude, independent of my feelings and thoughts who often stop me from living life as it is : Precious.&lt;br /&gt;And even if some people will think now : Ow, come on you're not one of this consum people !&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human. I often wish myself a new car or other material things. Maybe to stuff up the lonliness, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it feels good to know that autumn will change some things. Hopefully. I feel dried out lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-115005797517602967?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115005797517602967/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=115005797517602967' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115005797517602967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/115005797517602967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/anti-or-independent.html' title='anti or independent ?'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114988597569058498</id><published>2006-06-09T22:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:51:02.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"alright"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of the best new songs of Anouk, a kick-ass live version and that fitting moment that you may know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anouk . alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Some things are better left unsaid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll find a nice place to hide them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But days like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is just too much going on, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm picking up the pieces of my past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I can't find no peace at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; So in other words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; I am so ready to be found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So I'll try and I might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stand up and fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To leave this place someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I need is that moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To make me believe that you're alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I'll be alright, alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Paradise grown cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One hand on my door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Way too high hopes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't tell right from wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Show me how it's done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord I need to be saved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I'll be alright, alright yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On days like these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is just too much going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I try and I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stand up and fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To leave this place someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I need is this moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To make me believe that you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Paradise grown cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; One hand on my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Way too high hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I can't tell right from wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Show me how it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Lord I need to be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And then I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And then I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And then I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And then I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And then I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Click to listen to "alright" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.amazon.de/exec/obidos/clipserve/B0009S1D8G001006/303-9687387-9110605"&gt;&lt;font&gt;http://www.amazon.de/exec/obidos/clipserve/B0009S1D8G001006/303-9687387-9110605&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm away for the weekend, if you might wonder why I don't respond to private messages or e-mails. You can reach me on mobile, if necessary or wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;greetings *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114988597569058498?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114988597569058498/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114988597569058498' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114988597569058498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114988597569058498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/alright.html' title='&quot;alright&quot;'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114970623129436068</id><published>2006-06-07T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:50:31.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tracks , plugs and miles for more - Rock im Park 2006 - Part 2</title><content type='html'>-&gt; Star FM (again, great mix of music !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still Saturday, 3rd of June, 2006 - center stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After our odyssey of walking Oli and I decided to stay at the center stage where some "kick-ass" (in it's truest sense) bands where waiting to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;I totally enjoyed myself when a guy popped up who stared at Luzies injured finger (as probably 100 other people did this weekend) and introduced himself as a double. Sometimes I feel embarrassed to even like this guys song but hey : We all got our dark past. Some more, some less. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/davidhasselhoffdouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/davidhasselhoffdouble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sexiest David Hasselhoff double on this festival *gg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The time flew and while Mike and Luzie walked off to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kaizers Orchestra" &lt;/span&gt;we had the pleasure to see the latest hit band from Japan :  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dir en grey"&lt;/span&gt;. Lets say it was : WEIRD ! And in a really weird sense. The singer Kyo looked like he was facing an exorcist right on stage, while the rest of the band looked preoccupied in nothing. And if that wasn't enough he thought he needed to spice up his performance with a self-destructing action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kyo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyo (Dir en grey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a good laugh when he looked into the crowd like they had spiders on their heads. And besides that, lets not forget what they played : A mix of industrial, death metal and hard rock. In japanese, of course. Now I know how a bad trip could feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smilies-world.de/smilies/smilies_Picture/lachen/15.gif" alt="comes with ByteThumb  V 1.4 © Byteandi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, some true old school guys were waiting to rock the stage : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Deftones".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The band played some well known songs but didn't get it to really to elate me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good groove and well played as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/chinomoreno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/chinomoreno.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino Moreno (Deftones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But now I got curious, cause no one else but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Korn" &lt;/span&gt;were up next. After a long waiting period they appeared on stage with some strange guys in with horse and rabbit masks who sang background vocals and played synthies. Jonathan Davis felt the need of taking a shot of a oxygen machine after every song. But that's nothing special for a Korn gig and somehow everyone was fine with because all hits were delivered. "make me bad" , "freak on a leash", the latest single "twisted transistor" and the all-time classic "Shoots and ladders" which made everyone freak out (including me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.smilies-world.de/smilies/smilies_Picture/daumen_hoch/3.gif%27" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/shootsandladders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/shootsandladders.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonathan Davis (Korn) with bagpipe at "shoots and ladders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tool" &lt;/span&gt;followed. But I tell you something : In all my time of listening and seeing music I've never been so disappointed about a band than on that evening.&lt;br /&gt;Pubertal sentences like "Are you wet ?" after a short period of rain and a not recognisable singer . Plus for the guitar player wearing a germany football shirt and the good musical set-up, but I was simply bored. And I even don't know why, because I love Tool and Maynards side project "a perfect circle".  Anyway, switch to the "club stage" which we entered to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dredg", &lt;/span&gt;but we were too early and I really enjoyed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Art Brut" &lt;/span&gt;who made the audience go wild with songs like "We formed a band", "Moving to L.A.", "Good Weekend" and "Emily K.". Well, actually the whole record is a hit although not everybody liked them. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;Next band : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dredg". &lt;/span&gt;Do I need to add anything to this band ? One word : Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/markengles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/markengles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Engles (Dredg)&lt;/span&gt; - afterwards my battery decided to fail :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;End of Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 4th of June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today we decided to go earlier to the festival terrain, because Mike was keen to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"animal alpha" &lt;/span&gt;play at the club stage. They didn't rock my socks, but played solid rock music with a nice singer. She reminded me of Sandra Nasic of the "Guano Apes" and that's no bad reference.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that my new personal heros &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Dresden Dolls" &lt;/span&gt;would play on the "Alternastage" in about an hour, so we left immediately after the gig of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Alexisonfire", &lt;/span&gt;who battled with some technical issues.&lt;br /&gt;We were too early, but in this case it wasn't bad at all. Let me introduce : the discovery of the festival - Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/jasonmrazandband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/jasonmrazandband.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz ( middle ) and band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Totally acoustic set, cover of "rocketman" from Elton John, very well-sung two and three voices with the percussionist and the bass player. Three thumbs up ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third on this afternoon, but not less good : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Dresden Dolls". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/dresdendolls.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Palmer and Brian DiViglione (The Dresden Dolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They played such songs as "coin-operated boy" and "half-jack", but also new stuff like "backstabber". Priceless. Catch them everywhere you're able to. I just love their way of interpretating music and lyrics. The definite highlight was a cover of the german 80s hit "Eisbär", sung in GERMAN by Amanda ! And she told us in german, she isn't sure if Pete Doherty even will be here (the "babyshambles" were up next). Funny, exciting, sympathic ! Three and a half thumb up ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There can't be anything better" I thought and dashed off to the "center stage" to see "The Darkness", THE fun-80s-Glamrock Sensation of the last years. I almost laughed my ass off when Justin Hawkins overpitched his voice to catch the REAL high notes. And the band did a kinda running gag when they played intros of several AC/DC songs. The crowd went nuts when they really played "highway to hell", sung by bass player Richie Edwards who is a new member of the band after former bass player  Francis Poullain left. Very good, funny and entertaining. They definitely know how to make people go crazy. If my camera works I will post some pics of the gig here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the evening and the whole festival :  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Metallica".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never expected them to be such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass-kicking, professional and nice guys&lt;/span&gt; as they were on that night. Playing all classics from the LP "master of puppets" and some evergreens like "fuel",  "sad but true", "seek and destroy", "wherever I may roam", "nothing else matters", "so fucking what?"  and "one".&lt;br /&gt;I also have pictures of that highlight and James Hetfields incredible old beard. ;) Sadly they're on that part of the disk that didn't work. Will post them as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summing up the weekend I'd shoot with the following words :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*aching feet*earplugs*x-box ;)* dear friends* food* injured fingers* tracks * classics* photos * weed (because strangely there was always someone smoking pot next to me ! I fucking don't know why !) * blue eyes * elegy * melody * guitars* scream * only next year with less miles to go ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you again, Mike. Because of your hospitality, the guitar playing, the cooking, the car crashing and the companionship with your incredible funny sister you made the weekend something to remember and for a long time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel tightly hugged ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the best thing is : SOUTHSIDE IS ONLY 2 WEEKS AWAY ! :D ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a nice evening *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114970623129436068?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114970623129436068/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114970623129436068' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114970623129436068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114970623129436068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/tracks-plugs-and-miles-for-more-rock_07.html' title='tracks , plugs and miles for more - Rock im Park 2006 - Part 2'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114961079846665738</id><published>2006-06-06T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:20:15.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tracks , plugs and miles for more - Rock im Park 2006 - Part 1</title><content type='html'>--&gt; Star FM ( &lt;a href="http://www.starfm.de"&gt;http://www.starfm.de&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from THE festival in the southern hemisphere I'm trashed, rocked and buzzed from the music that hammered in my ears for 3 days. But lets not anticipate everything. This is the first part. Second will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 2nd of June 2006 , 4:15 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;After arriving at the central station of Nuremberg I was quite unsure where to go. But hey  ! THERE !  Dozens  of people with backpacks, food and broad smiles on their faces ! Rock im Park can't be far away ! So I followed (which isn't one of my favourite activities as some people might know ;) and arrived at the huuuge festival terrain. It seemed like a refugee camp. From everywhere people came, drunk and sober in a quite 50/50 proportion. *gg*&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't happy about the fact that I had to carry ALL my stuff (which weighed something about 10 kilos [20 pounds for the guys without the metric system] ) to the festival and back. But at least I had the opportunity to sleep at my dear friend's Mike place. :) So : No camping in the freezing cold. At least something good.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving my shtuff at one of the baggage service stations (Good idea. And 1,50 € is fair for one piece of baggage) I met Mike right before the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/centerstage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/centerstage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;"center stage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is the stage where the "big" bands play. My watch said 5:15pm when I saw the bright shining logo of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Franz Ferdinand" &lt;/span&gt;at the center stage. 15 minutes later groovy chords halled through the park and the band appeared on stage with sun glasses. In the meanwhile I got to know Mikes sister Luzie and some of his working mates. Little "saying-hi-session", having snacks, spilling beer over jackets ;) and dancing to the wonderful "do you want to" after I felt the need to leave the guys to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Anouk"&lt;/span&gt;. I just love her voice and her music and was thankful for the opportunity to see her in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;So I started to my way to the "club stage" which was a little tent with a capacity of 2.000 people. What I didn't know was the fact that the stages were farer away because of the world cup that will take place also in Nuremberg in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;The end result was a 2 kilometers [1.24 miles] walk through the whole festival ground with aching feet and the slight feeling of panic because I was VERY late. And that's not good if you're familiar with the fact that some bands just play 30 minutes at a festival. :s&lt;br /&gt;I started to hate football even more after asking my way through tent villages, broken beer bottles and kissing couples just to find out I was wrong again. So I called Oli, an old music fellow of mine who was also there to see Anouk and he led me to the club stage.&lt;br /&gt;The good news : I was right on time ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/Anouk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/Anouk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; 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Bombastic, strong, cheerful and funny. With a fantastic band in the back she rocked out and played many songs of the new album "hotel new york", but also "nobody's wife" which made hell break loose within the circa 200 viewers. Three thumbs up ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Oli and I weren't able to celebrate our enthusiasm, cause Placebo &lt;/span&gt;was next on the center stage. So, what does that mean ? YESH PEOPLE ! AAAALL the way back to the center stage! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;But hey : It's Placebo. So we almost ran the whole way when hearing the first notes of "post blue" from far away, one of my favourites of the new LP.&lt;br /&gt;Many new songs but also classics like "every you, every me" and "20 years" were played and you could see Brian Molkos enthusiasm when the crowd started to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Stunning. Although I was more fascinated by the girl behind me who cried her eyes out. And I even don't know why but I couldn't help but stare at her. The music of Placebo and her sad blue eyes just fitted perfectly together. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the highlight of the day (which made some people really jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/DaveGahan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/DaveGahan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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light effects and a supertight playing band with one of the greatest singers of all time : Dave Gahan. They were more in for the old stuff and played evergreens like "enjoy the silence", "personal jesus", "behind the wheel" and "stripped". A true headliner, even metal fans began to scream when Dave sang "reach out and touch faith!". Cool !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy and absolutely satisfied with the day. But also VERY tired. But bad news for my feet : I needed to go back to the "club stage" to meet with Mike and Luzie. At least I knew where to go. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;When arriving I catched a few songs of "Goldfrapp" and was glad I had my earplugs with me. To be honest : They didn't catch my attention at all. No doubt that Alison Goldfrapp is a very elegant and sexy woman but their music isn't appealing to me. I thought it would change, because they've been the support for Coldplay last year and sucked, but if not -  then not. I missed "Phoenix" &lt;/span&gt;because of my backpack I needed to pick up at Oli's tent but in the end I was just happy when we started to go towards Mikes flat and I fell dead into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 3rd of June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was more than glad to wake up in a flat than in a tent. Because the weather wasn't looking like summer at all. And being in a tent in THAT night isn't a very good thought.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thank you again for offering me space in your wonderful flat, Mike. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We left a little earlier to catch "Stone sour", but still just caught the last song "get inside" which I like a lot, although this kind of music is placed aside from my usual musical taste.&lt;br /&gt;3pm : Alice in chains. Please nod [NOW!] if you're familiar with that name. And yes, it's the guys from the post-grunge era, delivering highly evolved rock music with two voices and a wall of guitars, celebrated by the master himself : Jerry Cantrell.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Layne Stayley wasn't there. He left the shocked rock world with only 35 years on the 5th of April 2002. Remember who else died on that date ? Yes, scary.&lt;br /&gt;Today William DuVall (Comes with the Fall) took over the microphone and sang like he would vocally run for his life. And if you close your eyes you feel the magical symbioses of all instruments again. This was one of the best moments in my musical life. Truly. All classics were reanimated and came to life. "them bones", "down in a hole", "rooster" (priceless!), "man in the box", "angry chair". Wonderful. Even if sentences like "Today is a good day to die!" seem a bit macabre to me, but it's Jerry Cantrell, so what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/jerryundwilliam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/jerryundwilliam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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title='tracks , plugs and miles for more - Rock im Park 2006 - Part 1'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114919540037904028</id><published>2006-06-01T22:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:56:40.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to rock ?</title><content type='html'>--&gt; now playing : piccadilly on the phone   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people : Tomorrow I'll be at "rock im park" until Monday in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch the best moments and bands for you on digital space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have nice wee......kend *ggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114919540037904028?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114919540037904028/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114919540037904028' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114919540037904028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114919540037904028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/ready-to-rock.html' title='ready to rock ?'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114885465033017156</id><published>2006-05-29T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:17:30.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MY space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/rofl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/rofl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; [no comment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm crazy about myspace.com and I dunno why. Just registred out of boredom but I know now why so many people like the idea. It's a worldwide connection of people that are able to find each other during having the same taste in music, movies or in general a sympathy for each other.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a very good idea. And there are even some of my favourite artists there with a profile. I sent some friendship offers to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah Bettens&lt;br /&gt;- Grand Hotel van Cleef&lt;br /&gt;- Kettcar&lt;br /&gt;- Olli Schulz und sein Hund Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi. This seems so cool to have Sarah Bettens in your friendship list. Muhahaha. I know, I like to show off. But who doesn't ? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you happen to be registred at myspace.com, just drop by and write me a message. And yes, I do have another blog there. *gg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/murmel86"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/murmel86&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers for help with that *&amp;%$§" ! html thing are also welcome. But only if you're willing to. I can be nerve-racking when I don't understand what to do. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice start of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114885465033017156?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114885465033017156/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114885465033017156' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114885465033017156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114885465033017156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-space.html' title='MY space'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114875581695205398</id><published>2006-05-27T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:50:19.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Other useless things you should know about me</title><content type='html'>--&gt; panic ! at the disco . I write sins, not tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I quite dislike to translate questionaries, but this one seemed kinda cool. And it's from picca, that's why. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. With which "star" would you like to shag ?&lt;br /&gt;   Hihi. LEISHA HAILEY ! *scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. If your soul would be colored, which color would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;      Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. Imagine several catastrophes erased all possible food, which 3 groceries would &lt;br /&gt;      have to exist to ensure your survival ?&lt;br /&gt;      roll, rice, chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Three things that REALLY bug you at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;      1. my studying lazyness&lt;br /&gt;      2. disconnection (in many ways)&lt;br /&gt;      3. prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. With which superhero do you indentify the most ?&lt;br /&gt;      Hmmm, never thought about it. But I saw "X-Men 2" a few days ago and I quite &lt;br /&gt;      liked the role of "Nightcrawler". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. What was your dreamjob when you were little ?&lt;br /&gt;      a trapez artist. But I overthought it after I hung on the trapez for real and &lt;br /&gt;      wasn't able to come down again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. Three characteristic traits that describe you the best : &lt;br /&gt;      1. contemplative&lt;br /&gt;      2. funny&lt;br /&gt;      3. sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. Which things make you cry regularly ?&lt;br /&gt;      I don't cry that often, but lately it's the feeling of being caught in the  &lt;br /&gt;      wrong job and the urge to make music but not being able to cause everything is  &lt;br /&gt;      pent-up and blocks my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. Your biggest frailty / your biggest power :&lt;br /&gt;      my strange ability to interpret untrue things into situations / my humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. What scares you ?&lt;br /&gt;      Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  11. You're about to be transplanted. Which organ needs to be replaced ?&lt;br /&gt;      My heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  12. If Tom Cruise and Angelina Jolie would ring at your door, what would you do ?&lt;br /&gt;      "Hi, how are you ? Where did you leave Leisha ?" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  13. The last nightmare you had and remember :&lt;br /&gt;      My boss' dad died and she cried in my arms. I don't like my boss THAT much to &lt;br /&gt;      have to urge to imagine she lies crying in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  14. Three quirks :&lt;br /&gt;      1. I take my camera with my everywhere&lt;br /&gt;      2. I enjoy some time alone lately.&lt;br /&gt;      3. I quote from movies and songs if I find it fitting to the situation (Deuce, &lt;br /&gt;      T. ! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  15. If you'd die right now, what would be your last words ?&lt;br /&gt;      If it would be a slow death, I prolly call all important people to tell them &lt;br /&gt;      that I love them (and unimportant people that I'm sorry for them being such &lt;br /&gt;      asses...hihi.)&lt;br /&gt;      In case of a fast death I would quote something from a movie or song. It  &lt;br /&gt;      depends on the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114875581695205398?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114875581695205398/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114875581695205398' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114875581695205398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114875581695205398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/other-useless-things-you-should-know.html' title='Other useless things you should know about me'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114833383045283469</id><published>2006-05-22T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:41:12.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wonder</title><content type='html'>...if I'm kinda offline for the next days. I know, I won't keep my promise for long but just in case you were wondering : I'm trying to trick the [panic mode] and learn for my PART II of my exams which will take place on 20th of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I noticed today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the original score of "the da vinci code" is one great piece of music ! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the movie sucks. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am the master of interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have clicks on my blog from people all over the world. COOLNESS ! :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Should I or should I not ?&lt;br /&gt;5. It just can't be possible that I miss "Anouk" at Rock im Park, just because I can't take a day off !!!! GNARRRRR (Lordi scream) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114833383045283469?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114833383045283469/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114833383045283469' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114833383045283469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114833383045283469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-wonder.html' title='don&apos;t wonder'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114816723000498256</id><published>2006-05-21T01:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:20:30.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nightminds</title><content type='html'>Around midnight I start to think about stupid stuff and I have these strange wantings, like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tons of candy ! RIGHT NOW! No ! Vegetables ! Pizza ! Arggh.&lt;br /&gt;2. inspiration !&lt;br /&gt;3. why are all cute girls so damn stupid ?&lt;br /&gt;4. my ear feels sore&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't want to go to work on Monday. Any good suggestions for taking the day off ?&lt;br /&gt;6. Being helpless sucks.&lt;br /&gt;7. I gotta start to learn for my exams tomorrow. Bah !&lt;br /&gt;8. Nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;9. Blankness finds its way to every creative brain.&lt;br /&gt;10. poof !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114816723000498256?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114816723000498256/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114816723000498256' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114816723000498256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114816723000498256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/nightminds.html' title='nightminds'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114812927836933296</id><published>2006-05-20T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:48:23.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blasphemous rumours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/PaulBettanyindavincicode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/PaulBettanyindavincicode.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Paul Bettany in "the da vinci code" as "Silas"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; anouk . margarita chum (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from the movies, I saw "the da vinci code". I'm a bit blank and disappointed about the end product of such a good book.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I don't have the right touch for good movies lately. Either they're more confusing than I felt before or they just happen to be so bad I almost get angry about the waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;The actors were not well casted, although you know people like Tom Hanks and Audrey Toutou from great movies. Even the second row sounded wonderful in a film freaks ear : Ian McKellen, Alfred Molina, Jean Reno, Juergen Prochnow.&lt;br /&gt;But they seemed like they were construction workers in a lunch break, randomly walking around in front of the camera. Almost out of place. Paul Bettany as "Silas" was the only actor that really left me stunned. He played an albino monk who murders people in the name of bishop Aringarosa. He truly brought out the suffering and the inner fights that Silas fights throughout the whole movie. Very good and authentic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I saw some class mates again. And I almost laughed my ass off, when my "heartbroken-club-member" and good friend J. always whispered "oh my god!" when something exciting happened. A blonde woman on the row before us always turned around and gave us "THE LOOK!" but J.'s new bf and I just giggled our asses off and thought about talking loud about the end of the movie. It was hilarious. And although I worked today and I'm tired like hell, I'm happy. Not the best movie I've ever seen, but the longest (148 Minutes ! Wohoo!) . And I saw some of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be soothing in the most unexpected moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;PS : k80, thanks for the good song tip. I listened to depeche mode on my way to the movies and this line totally got me and fitted somehow very good to the movie : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont want to start any blasphemous rumours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I think that gods got a sick sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when I die I expect to find him laughing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depeche mode . blasphemous rumours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114812927836933296?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114812927836933296/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114812927836933296' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114812927836933296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114812927836933296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/blasphemous-rumours.html' title='blasphemous rumours'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114788824721375203</id><published>2006-05-17T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:54:04.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>--&gt; david gray . disappearing world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a weird mood after "X". To start off : It all went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the best mark, and this kinda makes it hard to deal with, cause I know I can to better. But in september no one will care if I graduated with a good or bad mark.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue my education. That's a good sign. I don't worry about the theoretical part which takes place on 20th, june. So now I feel like my soul is able to breathe after weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I should be happy I'm in a contemplative mood. Thinking about life and its turns, friends I miss and people that are gone for a long time. And there are a few lines that won't get rid of the ceiling. Somehow music always finds its way into my heart and helps me carry on. Burning song lines in my head. Like these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the fridge and the bob thing I found an interesting line in a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...this is the last time I'll abandon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and this is the last time I'll forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish I could..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muse, "stockholme syndrome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to everything I struggled with the last few weeks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...I can laugh about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or I can cry about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I should ignore the words you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ‘Cause they can hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but won’t kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They can hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but won’t kill me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racoon . laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I held my head up high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiding hate that burns inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which only fuels there selfish pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're all held captive out from the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sun that shines on only some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We the meek are all in one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creed . my own prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually didn't want to quote myself cause it looks cocky , but I feel like it. The final line is so fitting for me it almost makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can you help me ? I am falling for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114788824721375203?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114788824721375203/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114788824721375203' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114788824721375203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114788824721375203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114764408427929840</id><published>2006-05-14T23:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:01:24.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>calzone and x</title><content type='html'>--&gt; kelly clarkson . because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, folks. Tomorrow and Tuesday will decide about my future life&lt;br /&gt;(I like drama, for the ones that read this the first time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before my verbal and psychic execution by people who don't want me to be a good kindergarten teacher I went to a nice dinner with my parents and sisters and their boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what I ate (I picked on someone before that I will) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/calzone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/calzone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES ! This is a "Calzone", an italian specialty. And it indeed was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;The evening was nice as well, especially to see my sisters again. I really enjoy being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I couldn't stop thinking of tomorrow and everything that will fall down on me if I don't pass it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, the things that make me afraid are the questions&lt;br /&gt;"what if ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta stop thinking about the days "X", how I called them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114764408427929840?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114764408427929840/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114764408427929840' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114764408427929840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114764408427929840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/calzone-and-x.html' title='calzone and x'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114712284900223194</id><published>2006-05-08T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:14:09.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just to not let you think I'm depressed...</title><content type='html'>--&gt; wunder . was hält uns wach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a funny questionary from my DEAR friend piccadilly (&lt;a href="http://www.blogigo.de/piccadilly"&gt;http://www.blogigo.de/piccadilly)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thought I'll do it before the REAL work is about to be done (cause I have an important day on thursday and I don't know when I'll blog the next time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;first name:&lt;/b&gt; "murmel" ;)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;age:&lt;/b&gt; 19&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;hometown:&lt;/b&gt; Eschau a.k.a. "no-name-village"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;What do you do in real life?&lt;/b&gt; chasing kids through the garden and screaming like an idiot if they hit each other ^^&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;how did find out about blogger.com?&lt;/b&gt; I saw some other i-net friends of mine blogging here and I liked the design.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;What should all people know about you?&lt;/b&gt; I'm NOT shallow. ;)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;What do you want to do before you die?&lt;/b&gt; Publish a record.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;With whom would you want to swap?&lt;/b&gt; Just for one day : Robbie Williams. I mean, look how many girls he gets !!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;If you could retract something in your life - what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; Maybe do another job or school education.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Is there a person you would rather not get to know?&lt;/b&gt; Every encounter has its own quality. I try to take the best out of it - even if it was a hurtful time with that person.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;When will you move to Berlin?&lt;/b&gt; There are more attractive cities I believe. But hey : I'm going to go there in September, maybe I will change my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Do you dance or rather stand in the corner?&lt;/b&gt; Depends on the people around me. *gg* No, I love to dance. No matter how bad I am.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Why are you glad to be a boy/girl?&lt;/b&gt; Huhm, I'm glad to not have a tent in my pants almost every morning.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Which book / movie should EVERYONE know?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book: "der vorleser" from bernhard schlink or "vollidiot" from tommy jaud.&lt;br /&gt;movie: "pulp fiction" and "life of brian"&lt;br /&gt;  Song: "all" by K's choice&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;What is your special ability that NO ONE else has?&lt;/b&gt;  I'm pretty talented in dealing with technical things. And singing. But I guess everyone can sing a bit.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;How's your love life?&lt;/b&gt; It's strolling around the park, waiting for someone to drop by and talk a walk with it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;How's your family?&lt;/b&gt; Mom is worried about me (like always) but she's fine. Dad is working like a maniac, but in a healthy dosis. PJ is having a hard time with her health and Stef is also fine, supportive like always.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;When is it over?&lt;/b&gt; When it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Fin ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : You're warmly welcome to spread this questionary around and write in the comments area your blog link. I'd like to know interesting things about i-net people that read my blog and DON'T COMMENT! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114712284900223194?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114712284900223194/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114712284900223194' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114712284900223194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114712284900223194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-to-not-let-you-think-im-depressed.html' title='just to not let you think I&apos;m depressed...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114712139600427055</id><published>2006-05-08T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:49:56.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Schumacher hoovers and thoughts that disturb</title><content type='html'>the verve . the drugs don't work (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started strange and will end strange. In the morning I came to work, colleagues acted like nothing happened - "ok", I mumbled to myself - I don't need another argue. I'm fine. Worked my butt off and tried to show engagement (cause some unnamed people claim that I'm NOT motivated). And I cleaned the carpet with an interesting hoover :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sauger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sauger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;michael schumacher "special edition"&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back home I found my dad still working on the football goal. I decided to distract myself a bit by helping him and I couldn't help but giggle. Sadly, I have no picture of me - removing the rust off the pipes - but I felt like a real les. The feeling was kinda diverse, always changing between sarcasm and hysteria but I'll let you know if it changes in one clear direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt dropped by to read the newspaper and get updated cause they don't have one. I found an announcement of a young man who died - he was barely one year older than me. I heard the name before and surfing through the net I found out that a friend of mine knows his band mate. Ok, that's very vague and I actually didn't know him in person but I feel so sorry I can't explain it. He died of a vicious disease - cancer. And at the moment it seems like the atomic threats are nothing against cancer, that's spreading like a gourge over humankind.&lt;br /&gt;If I'd want to be cynical I'd say that there's no real reason to fire the missiles. We'll distroy ourselves within 100 years of dieing on diseases we've breeded by pumping poison in the rivers, blowing gas into the atmosphere and seeding hate between the races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this disturbing thoughts wouldn't be enough : I can't get a single song done ! Or even a good lyric. Don't try to understand it - it's my personal everday deluxe suffering - as if I hadn't enough at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114712139600427055?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114712139600427055/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114712139600427055' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114712139600427055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114712139600427055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/michael-schumacher-hoovers-and.html' title='Michael Schumacher hoovers and thoughts that disturb'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114686477442411493</id><published>2006-05-05T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:32:54.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>change goals - move on</title><content type='html'>--&gt; anouk . in the sand (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/alte%20chucks%20sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/alte%20chucks%20sw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[my old "fake" chucks - ready for the garbage]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the day after day "X". I have no real urge to fold every single detail up but it was horrible. A true low point in my life so far, cause if I don't manage it to pass this exam the last two years of education are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of closing the curtains and remain apathic I went out and enjoyed the wonderful weather and the sun that seemed to fondle my tortured mind. It sounds corny, but this was the EXACT feeling I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally built a goal. My dad reconstructed my old football goal he built for me and my buddies when we were kids. I don't know WHY he felt the need to reconstruct it - nobody of the old buddies played football on this meadow since forever - but he felt like it and I felt like helping him. So we both started to pull out the screws, brazed the pipes for the new goal - it was like a flashback to childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general this day was about reflection and looking back to understand the future. But the feeling of "the good times' gone" still hurts somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if they're nerve-racking at times when I can't need it, tell me how to do things I'm able to do (cause I'm grown..haha!) I love them to death. Everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next 3 months are going to be like hell but there's water in range. And that feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114686477442411493?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114686477442411493/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114686477442411493' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114686477442411493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114686477442411493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/change-goals-move-on.html' title='change goals - move on'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114677121429348521</id><published>2006-05-04T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:33:34.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the club</title><content type='html'>You know the point, when you can't get lower. I think this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erupt again another pill&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t let it show&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice the tortures&lt;br /&gt;Orchestral tear cash-flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increase delete escape defeat&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;Cotton case for an iron pill&lt;br /&gt;Distorted eyes&lt;br /&gt;When everything is clearly dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;E-motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;Addict with no heroine&lt;br /&gt;E-motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;Distorted eyes&lt;br /&gt;When everything is clearly dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;br /&gt;Burn my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;[all my friends say]&lt;br /&gt;Get up get up get up get up&lt;br /&gt;Get up get up get up&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you stop my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion sickness&lt;br /&gt;[to idle with an idol]&lt;br /&gt;Addict with no heroine&lt;br /&gt;Good things will pass&lt;br /&gt;It helps with excess access&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion sickness&lt;br /&gt;[lost no friendship]&lt;br /&gt;[corrosive head pollution]&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silverchair . emotion sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114677121429348521?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114677121429348521/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114677121429348521' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114677121429348521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114677121429348521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/welcome-to-club.html' title='welcome to the club'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114658930134261626</id><published>2006-05-02T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:01:41.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/fenster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/fenster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; broken window on our neighbors barn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;--&gt; tool . jambi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some things will never change. If it's about long-lasting friendships, rituals or emotions it can even be good this way - but finding yourself always being spyed, not trusted in or simply unable to move out of the situation it's pretty tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today the feeling of helplessness arose inside again. I thought I was settled in my work, selfconfident and ready for the exam...since my boss told me that she and my working mates want to "talk" to me on thursday. And I totally know what will happen : They'll bash me like I'm the only one to blame - pretending that criticism will help me to "grow" in my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I used to ignore people who were trying to put me down - but now I can't. I have to work with them and they'll have a major part in marking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I just hope I'll have the right arguments to say the will to fight back. Because I AM NOT a punching ball and I like my work. And NOBODY can take this from me. Not even working-mates that act nice in front of me and then put me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114658930134261626?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114658930134261626/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114658930134261626' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114658930134261626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114658930134261626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/fight-back.html' title='Fight back'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114651161182319117</id><published>2006-05-01T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:26:51.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*dang*</title><content type='html'>To be honest : I'm not pretty motivated to sum up all the things I did on the weekend. So, I thought of putting on a few impressions, cause I also took shitloads of photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/gleiseclose-up2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/gleiseclose-up2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/singstar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/singstar2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/onefingeronthesunetc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/onefingeronthesunetc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114651161182319117?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114651161182319117/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114651161182319117' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114651161182319117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114651161182319117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/dang.html' title='*dang*'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114624535711076444</id><published>2006-04-28T18:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:31:00.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>me and the questionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/stifte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/stifte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[pens in the classroom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; depeche mode . personal jesus (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a kinda love-hate relationship. But on the other side I can't stop to do them. Thanks to picca and soulmate for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grab the book that lies the closest to you and quote page 18, line 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noch lebt", rief er dazwischen, "es hätte erst gar nicht so weit kommen dürfen. Abstürzen hätte er können." ("Vorstadtkrokodile", Max von der Grün)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch out your left arm the farest it gets - what do you find ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my guitar amp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;What was the last show you've seen on TV ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Football, UEFA Championship, FC Sevilla - FC Schalke 04 (1:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides your computer - what else do you hear ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear my winamp that plays now "in our gun" by Gomez and the traffic noises outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do the last step outside ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour ago when I go out of the car to go into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;What did you do before you did this questionary ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've been to my sisters place and rehearsed with her and my other sis for the wedding of my cousin that will take place july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;What are you wearing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans (used and trashed look), a "dredg" t-shirt and black socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you dream last night ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you laugh the last time ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;What kinda things are on your walls ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandposters, some notices, kids pictures and a cd rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen something suspicious lately ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't disturbing or suspicious, but it amused me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/destroyedart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/destroyedart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about this questionary ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the good questions appear ? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie you've seen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dirty Dancing. Yesterday. Because SOMEONE forced me to do so. :p *gg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you buy if you'd be a millionaire ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses for my family members and myself. And I'd donate a lot for projects everywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something I didn't know about you  :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings aren't meant to see the light of day. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change one thing - what would it be ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you enjoy dancing ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I'm not Patrick Swayze if you know what I mean. I enjoy it very much. But most of the time I have friends around who blame themselves with me, so it's not THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Bush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bush would give a better president ! You stole my sentence picca ! But it's true and although I don't know Jill Sobule that much, her assistant rocks (she wore a t-shirt with that sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine you'd have a little girl - what would be her name ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if it was a boy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Humm..I like Lukas a lot. But every boy is named Lukas or Kevin these days. So I'll probably go for Robert. Don't laugh, I really like that name ! And pronounced in German !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you considering to move abroad ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I dream about having a little house somewhere in Ireland. Some sweet it'll happen, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you say if you're standing in front of god on the heavens gates ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, is it true that you REALLY hate lesbians ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114624535711076444?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114624535711076444/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114624535711076444' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114624535711076444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114624535711076444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-and-questionary.html' title='me and the questionary'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114615587627670051</id><published>2006-04-27T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:37:56.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"and don't tell me you don't have a life ... !"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/gleiseundsonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/gleiseundsonne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[sitting on the train early in the morning on my way to school]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sentences are just too ironic to be taken serious. That one above was a quote from my classmate, partner in crime and "we're the broken-hearted" club member J. considering my plans for the year and the places I'm going to. I mean, of course it's LIKE holiday when you disappear for some days and have a good time, real good adventures in some city - but in the end you come back home and nothing's changed. You're still in love with a girl you can't have, you're parents tell you how to live and you don't have any deadbeat arguments and so that's life. Like it's always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's the fly on the wall that changes your mind or a wonderful song that encourages you to finally step outta the door and smell the roses...or something else. Some people need a kiss, others need a song, others need to be kicked in the ass. And somehow we're all sifting together through our lifelessness and that's why are some connections are so strong and friendship built out of nothing. Of course it's a difference if you COULD change something or you cannot. I think there's always a chance to do so if you're unsatisfied with the sleepwalking you go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather have a happy friend who found his/her peace and freedom somewhere far away than a friend far away who suffers like hell and I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114615587627670051?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114615587627670051/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114615587627670051' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114615587627670051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114615587627670051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-dont-tell-me-you-dont-have-life.html' title='&quot;and don&apos;t tell me you don&apos;t have a life ... !&quot;'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114591208146815968</id><published>2006-04-24T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:03:43.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>suffering on a higher level</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/shtuff/handy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/shtuff/handy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; matchbox 20.bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy or retarded. I couldn't resist : I sent her an sms. It just kills me that I don't know how she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself. I wanted to be strong. Don't give too much cause I surly wouldn't get anything back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess these days. And looking around I see that others aren't better. Is this the new depression or just suffering on a higher level ? Who could've known that I feel only alive when I suffer like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Can you help me, I'm bent - I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep breaking me in and this is how we will end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you and me bent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matchbox 20.bent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114591208146815968?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114591208146815968/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114591208146815968' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114591208146815968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114591208146815968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/suffering-on-higher-level.html' title='suffering on a higher level'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/shtuff/th_handy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114571844379099002</id><published>2006-04-22T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:15:08.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a U-Turn - or : Sarah Bettens in Munich, 21st of April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---&gt; Dover . the weak hour of the rooster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, this is the personal review of the Sarah Bettens concert. And honestly, I can't review it as a blank concert. Many things happened. Good and less good. Mostly less good. At some point I wished I could leave out personal stuff but I'm human so it goes along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to be brave, self-concious and strong. Show her that I'm fine. But then *dang* the arose inside. A dangerous mix of anger, pain, emptyness. And the crack in my heart popped up again. A wound, so well taken care of by so many people in the meantime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But the heart controls the head - that's why I turned around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mistake. She seemed so balanced, just fine. Then Sarah played "tired" , I turned around - that is a song we both love. Our eyes cross - for a tiny second - and I know she's not fine. Something in my stomach hurts. Maybe it's the long e-mails, the chat sessions, the phonecalls or just her deep blue eyes that look so lonely. Almost lost. Or maybe it's just wishful thinking and she's just really "tired" from the long journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I gotta stop thinking!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I mumble to myself in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the few minutes I manage it I find myself really enjoying the concert. The support band - "Ron Flieger" - is a post-punk depressionist in a grey suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/ronflieger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/ronflieger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             [ron.flieger]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like he's broke, unhappy and angry. But maybe that's the special note that gives his appearance a certain sympathy. And it makes me move my feet. Especially the song "Lauf" is a good one. He's polite, introduces his band and thanks Sarah and the crew. I pick a sticker for my car. His album is called "anders wohl kaum". Check it out (even if you're from abroad..;) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still fighting with saying "Hey, do you remember when we talked about GREY in your car?" but instead I grab myself a glass of water and drink it so fast that some people might think the destiny of the world depends on my water consum. I talk to an old friend I met before the concert. Her new boyfriend got her the ticket. He's from the UK, very nice and calm. Talks about his ex-wife with a low voice - she left him after a 29-year marriage - for a woman. I can't help but laugh a bit and she tells me that she ordered all K's choice LPs after I sent her a mix cd with some songs. For the first time on this evening I'm proud of myself and I type her new adress in Munich in my mobile. She truly is one of gods better people. Never thought I'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the rest of the concert from a distance and Sarah is a true rockstar on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/sarah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[sarah bettens]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the quiet moments when she plays "the soldier song" and "grey". At least one person in the room is fine. I'm happy for her. Really. And even if I can't be totally happy tonight - I'll take an "ok" feeling with me after we leave the Elserhalle. Confusion never ends. That's no news. But instead of washing dirty laundry I refer to Katharina who wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"K's choice connects - too much Sarah seperates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I learned this weekend :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&gt; the best people are just a chat away and drive blue and red cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&gt; being "ANTI" feels good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; U-Turns are necessary - not only on the streets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; some clichés never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&gt; serenity should be a pill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; men aren't "THE ENEMY"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "People are like seasons" (-&gt; Sophia was right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&gt; dialects can be amusing ("WOT?")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; music is power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..somehow in this twisted world I'm really doing fine.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114571844379099002?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114571844379099002/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114571844379099002' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114571844379099002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114571844379099002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-is-u-turn-or-sarah-bettens-in.html' title='Life is a U-Turn - or : Sarah Bettens in Munich, 21st of April'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114546681053097719</id><published>2006-04-19T19:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:16:33.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to hit the streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/hund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/hund.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;[snapshot . 18th april 2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&gt; imogen heap . sweet religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soooo : What's up the next days ? It's just the best feeling to know you'll be surrounded by music in all possible ways. Tomorrow we'll perform in the Colos-Saal, which is one of my dream locations since I went out in that liveclub where I saw bands like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 3 doors down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dredg (what a concert!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Friday I'll be seeing the wonderful Sarah Bettens, former singer of the even better K's choice live in Munich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope she plays some K's choice songs and my favourite song from her solo stuff : "grey". It's kinda depressing but true and mostly beautiful. That's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little review with photos and shtuff will be on the ULTIMATIVE MUSIC BLOG on the web. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Link is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://ofgeniussounds.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ofgeniussounds.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A more personal review of these days will be on here, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll have a visitor ! *winks to Katharina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God, sometimes life can rock !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Bones, sinking like stones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;all that we fought for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;homes, places we've grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;all of this are done for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We live in a beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah we do, yeah we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;coldplay.don't panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114546681053097719?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114546681053097719/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114546681053097719' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114546681053097719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114546681053097719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/ready-to-hit-streets.html' title='ready to hit the streets'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114538701787782171</id><published>2006-04-18T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:03:37.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I know...</title><content type='html'>--&gt; thomas d. : gebet an den planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes write a lot of crap, but feel free to comment. It's also possible for non-registered users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So : Whether positive or negative ! I welcome every comment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114538701787782171?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114538701787782171/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114538701787782171' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114538701787782171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114538701787782171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know.html' title='I know...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114536658086984076</id><published>2006-04-18T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:23:00.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a side note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;--&gt; incubus . make yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. I hate Hackers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. I hate my silentrevolution.de Provider ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. I still need to buy a few gifts for Friday and all the good people that take care of me - but I have no money !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. I need to get my ass up for a test next week, but I'm not motivated at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. I should go for a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. or drive to some defeaning music in my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;see you later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If I hadn't made me, I'd have fallen apart by now  &lt;br /&gt;I won't let them make me, It's more than I can allow  &lt;br /&gt;So when I make me, I won't be paper mache &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114536658086984076?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114536658086984076/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114536658086984076' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114536658086984076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114536658086984076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-side-note.html' title='Just a side note'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114530179532868081</id><published>2006-04-17T21:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:27:21.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep for days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;where's the balance in the things that get out of control ?&lt;br /&gt;need to make some more sleep for about 100 years or so ?&lt;br /&gt;does the night sky change when people are drooling on their pillows ?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you listened to the snow fall ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep for days&lt;br /&gt;forget about the things that have been bothering me lately&lt;br /&gt;come on, sing a lullaby for change&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll wake up with the assurance that you saved me&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;(c) murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114530179532868081?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114530179532868081/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114530179532868081' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114530179532868081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114530179532868081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleep-for-days.html' title='sleep for days'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114519281125270534</id><published>2006-04-16T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:06:52.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"worser schtuff is also feasible!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;--&gt; hush . if you go breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pfiew, what a weekend. What a easter ... or not. Hardly got anything of it except the altar servers running around with their flappers and screaming through the streets instead of the church bells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Instead of runnin to church I got two people visiting me. Let me introduce :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/100_0008_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/100_0008_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ze Mel - also known as Genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;from : Libercourt - France (where the real revolution is ! ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got here by : car ("the blue lightning")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;favourite words : ai ! (you were right Liza, all french speaking people cry like that when they get hurt - I tried!) , noway! and mostly "feasible"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;brought with her : a delicious cake and a quarter of her dvd collection (which is still  huge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2nd :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/fregglschn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/fregglschn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ze freggälschään - also known as Mareike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;originally from Langerwehe but the rest of the year from Eberswalde (Berlin) - Germany  (where the birdflu is ! *laugh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got here by : car (with the blue lightning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;favourite words : "worser", "haha-no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;brought with her : ze well entertained mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and last but not least :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ze murmel - also known as Kathrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;from ze living room (where the magic happens *muahaha*) , Sommerau - Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;got here by : myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;favourite words : "schtuff" (a crossing between stuff and shit) and mostly "tch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;brought with her : food and drinks for the guests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now imagine two silent people sitting next to me. It almost killed me that they sat there and didn't talk for MINUTES ! I had to entertain them but after a while I kinda freaked out in a funny way and said : "DO SOMETHING!" So we did and watched the movie "Constantine". And as if that wasn't enough Mel entertained us with her demon-slayer activities where even the bravest person would get scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Saturday we got to the big city to look for a camera. AND GUESS WHAT ! I found one !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/V530_FF_silver_250x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/V530_FF_silver_250x200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Small, easy to use and cheap. MEINS ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As you might have noticed all of us developed some word fetishs over this days. I dunno even why but it was funny. And even I was entertained ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And although it was wonderful to have good friends around I'm still tired like hell and somehow happy that I have the room for myself again. No offense there. Just human behaviour. Forgive me honeypie and freggälschään. It was a great pleasure to see you two again and have at least 2 groupies. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And oh : Happy Easter to all of you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114519281125270534?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114519281125270534/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114519281125270534' title='9 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114519281125270534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114519281125270534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/worser-schtuff-is-also-feasible.html' title='&quot;worser schtuff is also feasible!&quot;'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114478862887045482</id><published>2006-04-11T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:58:43.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the function of memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/IM000183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/IM000183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[TeXeL 2004 . feet in the sand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; nirvana.about a girl [unplugged] ("This is a song off our first record. Most people dunno it.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working myself into coma, finding it hard to sleep. Songs torment my brain, lines always keep on returning and I try to find a sense between the lines. And most creepy thing is that memories of a friend (songs, moods..) were following me the whole weekend and yesterday I read that she's having a hard time. And the worst thing is : I can't reach her. Not by phone and not online. But at least my intuition is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you know the "Chart" that Alice sets up in the show "the L-Word" ? In her case it's about relationships and their connection in the lesbian/bi scene.&lt;br /&gt;I could draw you a chart-like spiderweb that stretches over the walls of my living room with just 5 people and all sorts of memories of them. It's hard to find nothing that reminds me of no one. Most of the time it's funny to recognize how drawn I'm to some friends but now it's nerve-racking. Especially when you know you can't actually help the friend in a hard situation. But hey, I don't wanna seem like I have superpower I'm afraid of. The ability of having a huge memory always helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the upcoming days will help me to get clear again. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114478862887045482?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114478862887045482/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114478862887045482' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114478862887045482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114478862887045482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/function-of-memory.html' title='the function of memory'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114460624120784357</id><published>2006-04-09T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:13:25.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>what means "walk the line" ???</title><content type='html'>That's what mom asked me today when I told her from the movie I saw yesterday. I translated it, but I'm not quite sure what the true meaning of these words IS actually to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on this movie I think it's about finding the line you want to walk onto. Johnny Cash had a hard time finding it and somehow his future wife June Carter saved his life by loving him and understanding him. I like the romantic idea of life-saving love, but at the moment I'm pretty nihilistic to all of these things. Btw, the movie was a good one - you just have to gasp at Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon singing with their own voices and doing such a good job. But I'd like to give the oscar to Joaquin, cause he just made me believe it's a real-life documentary and not a melodram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an argue about religion the other day again. With mom. She just doesn't get the fact that I don't have a good relation to the issues "God" and "Church" at the moment. I mean, would you go as a cat into a cage full of dogs, hoping they won't kill you cause they're so distracted by the food ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;My position as a homosexual is not well seen in the church. Obviously I'm a pervert, sinner and whatnot. I don't give a fuck. But I hate to wear my pretty suburbian school girl mask and act like a nun in front of all these people and walk into a house that's been declared as a forbidden zone for me from some old grumpy men in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deeply respect everyone who truly celebrates his/hers beliefs to find a deeper sense in life. That's what we all somehow do - and me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people just don't get the point. And this issue is always returning, like a boomerang or smth. I'm just tired of it. And that's what "walk the line" means to me : Be true to yourself, overcoming all stones, thrown into your way and live life, love and give love to others. No matter in what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114460624120784357?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114460624120784357/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114460624120784357' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114460624120784357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114460624120784357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-means-walk-line.html' title='what means &quot;walk the line&quot; ???'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114451984838539922</id><published>2006-04-08T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:10:50.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the bigger sister saved my eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/walk-the-line-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/walk-the-line-poster-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the movie I'm going to see tonight. Lucky, cause my sis visited us because my cousins wedding. I love coincidences. So, we go and see "walk the line" (finally, cause I wanted to see that since 3 months) - Stef, her bf and me. Review and thoughts later that evening. For all people who are online - I'm in a chat mood - so put on your messengers by 11:30pm, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114451984838539922?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114451984838539922/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114451984838539922' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114451984838539922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114451984838539922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/bigger-sister-saved-my-eve.html' title='the bigger sister saved my eve'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114444477077007694</id><published>2006-04-07T22:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:03:29.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>push some things aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/fingersonthemirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/fingersonthemirror.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[visual fossile , found on my hard drive - entitled "fingers on the mirror"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe you know that : You push things aside and hide them under the rug to not to take them or solve the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm actually glad that my boss and I didn't talk about my activity I did on thursday, cause otherwise I would've thought about it the whole weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So : WEEKEEEND !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And maybe I have to learn to not take too much things seriously and let them come close to me. That saves many nerves and gives strength for harder times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, yeah the gig with "silent revolution" is over and we played with "Crayfish" (as mentioned above). They were really nice and stuff, but it all seemed so ready for the business it almost made me smile a little bit. Their manager told me for who he worked for and where "the guys" (as he called them) will play and first I thought "Wow. 12.000 people. Teen Magazine." but then I had a relieving thought and leaned back in my mind. And I thought : "Great. But not my world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't care whether there are 5 or 500 people in a club where we play. As long as some of them understand what me and Sascha want to transport and say with our music I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And out of 50 there will be at least 3 people that stick with us at our gigs and so the cycle rolls. Slowly, but it rolls. And since yesterday I'm so happy I have the controls over it that I could jump in the air and clap my hands like an idiot. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Couldn't help it - a song popped up in my head and never left my side on that whole evening :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beware, beware&lt;br /&gt;They're on their way&lt;br /&gt;They're getting closer every day&lt;br /&gt;But I'm prepared&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some common sense will&lt;br /&gt;Blow them all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They like your band&lt;br /&gt;They shake your hand&lt;br /&gt;They smell like food that has gone bad&lt;br /&gt;Today it's you&lt;br /&gt;Today will pass&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of all this trash..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K's choice . my record company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How fitting, don't you think ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice weekend to all of you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And picca : Thanks for the lyrics. I actually start to like Oasis. But "BLOASIS" still rules. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Funny that now in this very moment "jovanotti" performs on HR "mi fido di te". I do, btw. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114444477077007694?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114444477077007694/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114444477077007694' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114444477077007694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114444477077007694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/push-some-things-aside.html' title='push some things aside'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114418700630590556</id><published>2006-04-04T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:25:41.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>could be worse</title><content type='html'>You know that days when you just zoom out the bad things and let the good times roll ? Sometimes it's necessary to do so - many people would've gone nuts instead and many people would've get killed brutally otherwise. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again : A slow day at work, working mates seem kinda stressed and I still feel spyed for some strange reason (I guess it's just a psychological trick to push me to my limits...which limits ? HAHAHA !) but I let the good times roll. Sascha was late for the band rehearsal but I didn't even mind. Earlier this year I would've gone almost insane and angry about it. But hey : That's the way he is and I had the opportunity to finish my dinner, so it fitted superb. We listened to the recordings we did a week ago and rehearsed for Thursday, where we're about to perform with the band Crayfish (if you want to take a look : &lt;a href="http://www.cray-fish.de"&gt;www.cray-fish.de&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be all acoustic (like usual) and I think it's going to be cool. I mailed with one of the "crayfish" guys and they're very nice and interested. So : Thumbs up for them ! Even if we haven't heard them.&lt;br /&gt;Got to talk to some people about some new band projects, but I don't want to tell anything before we haven't met, so : Stay tuned on my super star shiny and crazy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget : Let the good times roll !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoooshes off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS : For all people who join me for the Southside Festival - OUR TICKETS ARRIVED ! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114418700630590556?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114418700630590556/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114418700630590556' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114418700630590556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114418700630590556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/could-be-worse.html' title='could be worse'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114409971790679582</id><published>2006-04-03T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:28:37.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>new and shiny</title><content type='html'>How do you think it looks like ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel was so genuine and helped me out with the whole html thingie. Thanks again for our long "talk" , btw. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day pretty much consisted of sleeping, eating, sleeping and phoning. That's pretty sad you might think, but I'm just glad this day's over and there's much time passing til I have my favourite moments and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still to come ... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15th - 17th of April : Visit of the wonderful and geeky, beloved groom (*g*) also known as Mel, a.k.a. the almighty oracle (or did you want to come on Friday ?)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; maybe we have another crazy bavarian coming also, but she's still meditating about it. RIGHT ? *threatens you with a pencil* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2oth of April : silent revolution performing at the "COLOS-SAAL" in Aschaffenburg (which is my favourite club, btw) with all close friends and Katharina - how could I forget you ! *puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st of April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; : Katharina and me getting picked up by "baba" and her friend to pick up Mike in Nuremberg to drive to Munich to SEE the wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH BETTENS - LIVE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo looking forward to that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I'll burn that cd for a friend and then : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO TO BED !&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, how hard to guess !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice night and don't hug your pillow to tight ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114409971790679582?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114409971790679582/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114409971790679582' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114409971790679582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114409971790679582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-and-shiny.html' title='new and shiny'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114394264518852897</id><published>2006-04-02T03:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:50:45.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What if there is ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/god.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;["proving the existence of god" - found when I googled for the word "god" on &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.google.de&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; arctic monkeys . I bet you look good on the dancefloor (in my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home from a nice evening with piccadilly and N., a friend from Cologne who visited her and of course me. We went out to watch the movie "stay" with Ewan McGregor, Ryan Gosling and Naomi Watts *drool*. ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was quite confusing - especially for the end - but I like movies that leave you behind with many questions and hidden answers. This movie was like a good song : Actually the lyrics are quite easy to understand but in the end everyone has his own interpretation about it. Anyway : It was quite good, so - go and see it ! And if you're not convinced yet : NAOMI WATTS ! ! ! What else do you need ? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we got in our favourite club to dance total insane to our favourite music. It was a nice evening and a very good relax for the last weeks that just have been strange - in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at home and I read in the K's choice Forum a debate about religion and the "evil church" that pulls the taxes of the Atheists pockets. *.*&lt;br /&gt;It just seems estranged to me that mostly people who just know shit of religion or the feeling of it are the most angry and aggressive ones about it. And that's why I think about the whole issue now a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, some people might think I don't believe in god. But I do. I mean, I was raised catholic and I still attend to some stuff that's going on (for example I'm happy to see my only male cousin in the whole kin, on the mothers side getting married) and I like the songs that they sing, but I don't feel the urge to go to church EVERY sunday.&lt;br /&gt;And for me, belief is something really basic and true and beautiful. And it's important to believe in SOMETHING. If it's just a good song, a wonderful friendship, love, hope, peace and whatnot or one of the gods - it doesn't matter ! At least you believe in something.&lt;br /&gt;When I see those people grumbling about religion and the "exploitation" I just gotta laugh. Cause these people seem to have a problem with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't accept others opinions and beliefs - how can you get along with yourself without questioning everything that you do ?&lt;br /&gt;What if there IS something, someone above that watches us all ? What if there are no coincidences ?&lt;br /&gt;If you've never asked yourself that question you probably missed some of the most important things in life. No matter if you decided that your personal opinion is "no". At least you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114394264518852897?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114394264518852897/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114394264518852897' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114394264518852897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114394264518852897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-if-there-is.html' title='What if there is ... ?'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114382108355960298</id><published>2006-03-31T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:04:43.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>can I get a "yeah!" ???</title><content type='html'>Weekend ! Despite and hide the fact that I actually have shitloads of things to do for work, it's still weekend ! And for this opportunity I stole a cool game from Joh (&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlejoh.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://littlejoh.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets call it "the winamp game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rules:&lt;/u&gt; Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play.Use the song titles that come up to answer each question. NO CHEATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tea party . the bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonic . if you could only see (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do people really think of me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mando Diao . Annie's angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k's choice . to this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bates . billie jean (*lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schubert . notre dame intermezzo (yeah, I have classical music on my hard disk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del amitri . baby it's me (at least it has a "baby" in it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die fantastischen vier . troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do I think my current theme song is? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linda perry . in flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars . set yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Philaharmonic Orchestra &amp;amp; Nigel Kennedy . thais meditation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ani difranco . the whole night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is my day going to be like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k's choice . hide (live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why am I here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beatsteaks . filter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will people remember me for? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick drake . time has told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What song will I get stuck in my head tomorrow?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manu chao . me gustas tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are there people outside waiting to take me away? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy ray . put it out for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will this year be all about? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie melua . my aphrodisiac is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114382108355960298?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114382108355960298/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114382108355960298' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114382108355960298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114382108355960298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-i-get-yeah.html' title='can I get a &quot;yeah!&quot; ???'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114375295000749043</id><published>2006-03-30T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:09:10.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weak and powerless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[taken from &lt;a href="http://www.letterjames.de"&gt;www.letterjames.de&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; oo-&gt; cassandra wilson - wind cries mary (20th time on repeat, I guess..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that ? Absolute emptyness in your head, not able to face a clear thought. Just trying to numb yourself with music and gazing around into the nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The Nothing that pulls on you until become nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped caring about friends. Working for people that already gave me up. Actually it's crap. But I can't be happy about anything lately. Some people do their best to hold me up (you know who you are - thanks for your neverending patience). At least this makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday someone said "I love you" and meant it. I mean, it wasn't a romantic "I love you", more in a sister way. But I can't describe how good and soothing it felt in this very moment. And the more I'm afraid to lose this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Sister, I love you, too. Please never leave me. Otherwise I'd die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel - thanks for never leaving my side, no matter how shitty I feel or am. Something deeper than love connects us and I hope it'll never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. - I hope we'll find time for our hilarious and always wonderful phone calls again. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k80 - I hope everything turns out right for our meeting. And I'm sure your as wonderful in reality as you are in the chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice end of week and a even better weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114375295000749043?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114375295000749043/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114375295000749043' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114375295000749043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114375295000749043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/weak-and-powerless.html' title='weak and powerless'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114356317640491088</id><published>2006-03-28T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:26:16.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Because...</title><content type='html'>the simpsons aren't on at 6pm and I'm bored, I've done this. Try it, too it's funny to find out things about your friends. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1. My friend once: tried to hook me up with a boy but I never told her that I'm not into guys *muahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life have I: masturbated in public (some people do ! Believe it or not !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile is: Liesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. High School is: neverending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I'm nervous: I talk bad jokes and dither around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I cried was: when I watched "the l-word" and saw Dana dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were to get married right now my bridesmaids/groomsmen would be: Mel, Ms. Pot, Sascha and Oli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My hair: short again - but looks better with gel in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My feet are: clothed with socks - black socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was 5: I used to pack my bag with stuffed animals, said I'd move to new-zealand, ran around in the garden and returned after 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last Christmas I: had a fight with my mum about celebrating religious things or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I turn my head left, i see: a "matrix" poster on my wall and my electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When I turn my head right, i see: my radiator and my living room window, whose shelf is decorated by a rubber brain in a glass, photos from the southside festival, a candle and pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When I look down I see: my green "lazy" pants I just put on after coming home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The craziest recent event was: The concert I played on last saturday AND the last epidsode of "the l-word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If I was a character on 'Friends' I'd be: Phoebe. Totally !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. By this time next year: I hope I will be somewhere else !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a hard time understanding: myself and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One time at a family gathering: my uncle and my aunt came disguised as the prince and snow-white - a bit drunk - and my uncle sang 2 hrs later "highway to hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You know I "like" you if: I play my most personal songs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If I won an award, the first person (people) I'd thank first is: my family, my friends, my band and K's choice for inspiring me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Take my advice: "Most girls are straight - until they're not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My ideal breakfast is: healthy stuff mixed with fat stuffed donuts in my living room when the sun rays are falling through the window to warm me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you visit my hometown: don't think the world ends. Altough it may seem like it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who do you plan to visit anytime soon: Oli, to go with him to the "musikmesse" to Frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. THERE IS NO: bigger fear than the fear itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I'd stop my wedding if: The groom ran away (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The world could do without: racists, incapable politicians, homophobic jerks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: go to a tokio hotel concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Most recent thing you've bought yourself: something really plain. I think it was blank cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Most recent thing someone else bought you: Soap. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite time of day is: Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite store is: Guitarplace, Echobeat and Musikservice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. My ringtone is: "clubbed to death" - rob D (from "the Matrix")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. And by the way: with Karate I'll kick your ass ! Tenacious D just rocks. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The last time I was high: I've never been high. If you mean music, it prolly was Nov. 28th, Colos-Saal, Aschaffenburg - Dredg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. The person who I last talked to told me: that she crisps up bread when dad returns and forgot my pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I shouldn't have been: too hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Once, at a bar/club: some guys hit on us by ordering beer for us. My sister sent it back. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Last night: I went to bed too late - but I had a song idea I had to fix up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. There's this girl I know who: said four words and made me feel more secure and saved than I ever felt in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. There is this guy I know who: played with a broken leg percussions just to make music with my band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. A better name for me would be: Laberbacke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. If I ever go back to school I'll: do more to achieve the things I REALLY want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. My birthday: is usually a big event with friends from all possible corners of the world. But afterwards I always feel sad. Dunno why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114356317640491088?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114356317640491088/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114356317640491088' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114356317640491088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114356317640491088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/because.html' title='Because...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114337413572518097</id><published>2006-03-26T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:55:35.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>--&gt; ani difranco . blood in the boardroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for friends (no matter where they are or what they do)&lt;br /&gt;...for an honest "thank you" when you think you're actually not helpful at all&lt;br /&gt;...for a bright smile when you don't feel like smiling at all&lt;br /&gt;...for wonderful talks in the most unexpected moments&lt;br /&gt;...for the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all this is assuring me that I'm on my way. No matter how or when, but I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114337413572518097?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114337413572518097/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114337413572518097' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114337413572518097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114337413572518097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114322054810537105</id><published>2006-03-24T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:15:48.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/nuclearexplosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/nuclearexplosion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-oo&gt; flyswatter . exit (on a very defeaning volume)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things I got told today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm egoistic&lt;br /&gt;- I don't care about the kids I work with and my working mates&lt;br /&gt;- I only think about music and I'm not interested in my education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might imagine, I was totally shocked and confused about that. Just suck that line :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be honest : You're nerve-racking. You only cared about your good grade and didn't ask us how our weeks were going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks folks, nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114322054810537105?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114322054810537105/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114322054810537105' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114322054810537105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114322054810537105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114297732165868872</id><published>2006-03-21T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:42:01.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>some things never change</title><content type='html'>--&gt; kelly clarkson . because of you   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people never change. Some things never go a different way. Some days never end different. Some things are so predictable it almost hurts. Some cirlces are meant to be broken, but no one realises that they have their name because it never ends. Nothing ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever changes, cause it's human nature to behave like that you found that you can survive in that state but not evolve.&lt;br /&gt;There's an ocean full of pressure, pain, lonliness, confusion and anger that can't break free. Cause I always need to be the strong one. The one that listens, that's patient, sweet and caring. And sometimes I want to surrender. Just deeply floating on a different sphere where I'm so happy not to have to care anymore. Maybe in a different road, in a different house, in a different job, with a different life and a love that lets me believe that tomorrow is different that yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114297732165868872?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114297732165868872/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114297732165868872' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114297732165868872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114297732165868872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-things-never-change.html' title='some things never change'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114263586458137025</id><published>2006-03-17T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:54:36.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>day-saving nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/funny%20laws%20oklahoma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/400/funny%20laws%20oklahoma.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[legal laws, still in function . got them today in the english lesson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- &gt; click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&gt; john legend . stay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A crazy week is over. 2 tests, one death, two teeth less and still so many questions unsolved. But instead of thinking about them too much I will enjoy the weekend and smile of some funny US laws and people that are taking too much things too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme for this weekend : Do something that you really wanted to do or just make for your friends, family and mostly for yourself the best outta this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114263586458137025?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114263586458137025/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114263586458137025' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114263586458137025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114263586458137025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-saving-nonsense.html' title='day-saving nonsense'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114254236362310282</id><published>2006-03-16T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:57:39.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a joke and then you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Or will you keep on falling until you reach the ground? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Of your lonely mind will you ever find yourself again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And will you keep on dying until you've finally found a better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; place where you find you will not wake up again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missy higgins . falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's a joke and then you die"...this line just popped up in my head when my mum told me that a good friend of ours died today. He suffered a stroke. I mean, he was 65. But all his life he worked his butt off for other people, most of them didn't give him the respect he deserved. And now he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;That's strange. He had a table tennis shop in our town and dad always went to him to test new stuff out and, sometimes drink a beer and talk about better times. I remember him as a kind, open-minded, funny and warm-hearted person. He was never greedy about the prize, cause he liked my dad. They were sports pals. And even if some people don't have such a big opinion about "sports pals", I can tell you : You can meet the best and the worst people there. E. was one of the good ones. FUCK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P., dear Pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114254236362310282?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114254236362310282/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114254236362310282' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114254236362310282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114254236362310282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifes-joke-and-then-you-die.html' title='Life&apos;s a joke and then you die'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114236728301447122</id><published>2006-03-14T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:17:14.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shiny little sleepworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt; ani difranco . work your way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..that's where I want to be. Strange, I slept the whole weekend but I feel like I'm in for a week sleep or so.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in class and fell asleep two times. Ok, it was way too late yesterday, but it can't be that hard to follow the class, right ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's still the operation. I feel aguish, wired and mostly dead. But the problem is : I can't sleep. I gotta learn for the test. German test tomorrow. Ok, not that hard, it's one of my favourite subjects. But pedagogics on Friday..:s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's like running on a treadmill for years and then you realise it's not the street you wanted to be on.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I have to focus on what's important and then go to bed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114236728301447122?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114236728301447122/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114236728301447122' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114236728301447122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114236728301447122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/shiny-little-sleepworld.html' title='shiny little sleepworld'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114217604171598657</id><published>2006-03-12T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:07:21.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>...brought to paper. A few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/songtext.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/400/songtext.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114217604171598657?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114217604171598657/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114217604171598657' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114217604171598657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114217604171598657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114208330287889130</id><published>2006-03-11T14:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:21:42.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some lines to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/alanddan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/alanddan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ Alice und Dana - "The L-Word" Quelle : &lt;a href="www.thelwordonline.de"&gt;www.thelwordonline.de&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home sucks. And not being able to open your mouth, too. But now I got time to face other things. Mel was so sweet and sent me the whole discography of Ani Difranco (I started with "Ani Difranco" to not get lost ;), so I listened to it whilst driving with my dad to the doc again. Another doctor took care of me. Her accent sounded kinda eastern european and she was very nice, asking if I'm alright and if I have any questions. My cheeks are still swollen and if it doesn't stop on monday I'll have to take antibiotics. Makes me think of Alanis Morrisette. Good association, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do these days : I started to edit an "Alice and Dana" Video, two of my favourite characters of the "L-Word" with some music. If finished I'll put it on here of course. But only if you want. I don' t want to spam you with my obsessions. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;I lend myself a DVD. "Code 46" with Tim Robbins. I hope it's good. Last time I got myself a DVD I had bad luck. "L.A. Crash" was very strange and not my type of movie. But as you can see : It doesn't matter if a movie got an oscar ! If it sucks, it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while laying around and have nothing better to do than to listen to some music I got a song stuck in my head, sleeping for a long time but more fitting than ever. I just love the Goo Goo Dolls, what can I say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goo goo dolls . sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stranger than your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And this is my apology&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I killed myself from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And all my fears have pushed you out&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I wished for things that I don’t need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what I chased won’t set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I get scared&lt;br /&gt;but I’m not crawlin’ on my knees&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, yeah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything’s all wrong, yeah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everything’s all wrong, yeah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where the hell did I think I was? &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stranger than your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take these things, so I don’t feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m killing myself from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And now my head’s been filled with doubt&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard to lead the life you choose&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all your luck's ran out on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you can’t see&lt;br /&gt;when all your dreams aren’t coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, yeah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s easy to forget, yeah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you choke on the regrets, yeah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who the hell did I think I was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And stranger than your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And all these thoughts you stole from me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I’m not sure where I belong&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And no where’s home and no more wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I was in love with things I tried to make you believe&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I wouldn’t be the one to kneel before the dreams I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the dark and all the lies were all the empty things disguised as me&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger than your sympathy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice weekend to all of you. And Liza : Nevermind the phone. I won't be able to talk, so just lemme know if you're online and then we can chat if you want.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114208330287889130?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114208330287889130/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114208330287889130' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114208330287889130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114208330287889130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-lines-to-remember.html' title='Some lines to remember'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114201931875163083</id><published>2006-03-10T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:01:54.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a legal alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/Toothfairycopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/Toothfairycopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohooo ! This looks creepy. My jaw is twice as big as my other one. Thank god, I have no cam ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say : It all went pretty good. But it's an Operation, so it hurts like one afterwards. I've been taking painkillers since this afternoon, but it doesn't help really. I hope it gets better tomorrow after the Doc removed some pieces they've implanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the creepiest part was right after the surgery. The aneastesia was still in function, but the blood was running down my throat and I was afraid I had to puke and the suture might rip open again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets omit all further details. I'll just have to spend my weekend with painkillers, bad movies and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pot : Will you marry me ? Or at least visit me ? Tomorrow ? So you just could drop by, tell me everything you've been doing the last weeks and I'll listen. I'm not even able to phone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ze sissy murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS : one good thing of the day are the new updates of the "Southside" Festival :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Ark * The Brian Jonestown Massacre&lt;br /&gt;Coheed And Cambria *  dEUS * The Feeling * Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114201931875163083?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114201931875163083/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114201931875163083' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114201931875163083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114201931875163083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-legal-alien.html' title='I&apos;m a legal alien'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114194269355760516</id><published>2006-03-09T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:38:42.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>judgement day</title><content type='html'>I like dramatic scenes. And if I'm bored in real life, I'll do my own drama scenes. Like for tomorrow, I planned to take my mp3 player with me to get distracted from the sound of the scalpel when it slits my gums in two halves. *see! drama!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought of a dramatic choice of course. Songs, I associate with beloved friends (who will hopefully think of me ;) and good memories :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mel *drum roll* / björk . joga &amp; sufjan stevens . to be alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liza / k's choice . all &amp; del amitri . tell her this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. Pot (thanks for your encouraging comment btw :) /&lt;br /&gt;slut . something to die for &amp; oasis . champagne supernova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I just don't know who to name else, I'll put some songs on it where I had a good time or memorable moments :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dredg . triangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ani difranco . independence day&lt;br /&gt;coldplay . careful where you stand &amp; easy to please&lt;br /&gt;goo goo dolls . sympathy&lt;br /&gt;heather nova . frontier &amp;amp; island&lt;br /&gt;nick drake . things behind the sun &amp; don't think twice it's alright&lt;br /&gt;pearl jam . release&lt;br /&gt;radiohead . sail to the moon&lt;br /&gt;ryan adams . thank you louise, the shadowlands, afraid not scared, my blue manhattan, hotel chelsea nights &amp;amp; I see monsters&lt;br /&gt;wir sind helden . ausser dir &amp; die nacht&lt;br /&gt;woodface . river to the moon&lt;br /&gt;red hot chili peppers . my friends&lt;br /&gt;matthew good band . strange days&lt;br /&gt;kettcar . balu &amp;amp; hauptsache glauben&lt;br /&gt;damien rice . the blowers daughter&lt;br /&gt;adem . these are your friends&lt;br /&gt;anggun . snow in the sahara&lt;br /&gt;athlete . street map&lt;br /&gt;eva cassidy . early morning rain&lt;br /&gt;telepopmusik . just breathe &amp; don't look back&lt;br /&gt;elbow . switching off&lt;br /&gt;everlast . what it's like&lt;br /&gt;feist . lonely lonely&lt;br /&gt;heyday . cu&lt;br /&gt;jamie cullum . all at sea&lt;br /&gt;iridium . mine&lt;br /&gt;lamb . gabriel&lt;br /&gt;melissa etheridge . shriner's park&lt;br /&gt;melissa ferrick . then so it is&lt;br /&gt;red house painters . have you forgotten ?&lt;br /&gt;sarah mclachlan . i will remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"le tired" &lt;/span&gt;and my bed calls for me. I hope to read you all very soon. Please keep in mind, that I prolly won't be able to speak or return your smses properly. So : Written messages for this time and keep your fingers crossed for me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : 9 pm !&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114194269355760516?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114194269355760516/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114194269355760516' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114194269355760516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114194269355760516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/judgement-day.html' title='judgement day'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114176464956230530</id><published>2006-03-07T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:56:00.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sing for the moment</title><content type='html'>oo-&gt; racoon . smoothly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I probably won't be able to sing for 2 weeks from friday on. Remember ? My wisedom teeth get pulled out. And if I open my mouth too wide the suture might rip open again.&lt;br /&gt;:s&lt;br /&gt;After some people told me that they hard really harsh experiences after it I'm a bit scared, but I actually trust my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can you NOT trust this man  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/dr.mathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/200/dr.mathy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even studied human medicine sciences, so : 2 thumbs up for dr. mathy and two teeths less for me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOKUME%7E1/KATHRI%7E1.001/LOKALE%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOKUME%7E1/KATHRI%7E1.001/LOKALE%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114176464956230530?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114176464956230530/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114176464956230530' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114176464956230530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114176464956230530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/sing-for-moment.html' title='sing for the moment'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114159164919235668</id><published>2006-03-05T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:47:29.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S an overdose</title><content type='html'>Because of some silly report for school I fought the whole sunday with I SAT the whole sunday on my old office chair and got foursquared eyes, looking for hours and hours on the screen. And the worst thing is : My back hurts like hell. For the first time in months I'm planning to go to bed earlier. Otherwise I'll fall off the chair. That's the new kind of overdose ladies and gentlemen. No heroine, no crack anymore. The drug of the 21st century is the Internet. And I'm one of millions and millions of addicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my back is punishing me for that.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the body is a good institution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114159164919235668?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114159164919235668/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114159164919235668' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114159164919235668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114159164919235668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-overdose.html' title='THAT&apos;S an overdose'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114147857184848107</id><published>2006-03-04T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:22:51.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/20050125-schneeflocke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/20050125-schneeflocke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[taken from &lt;a href="http://www.yetanotherblog.de"&gt;www.yetanotherblog.de]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wrote a few lines to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's a sky,&lt;br /&gt;full of blankets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just the streetlamps&lt;br /&gt;show the way&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people went&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever stays the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when it starts,&lt;br /&gt;coming down&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little floating on the roofs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to land upon forgotten shoes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that went out, to stay&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see if there's a way&lt;br /&gt;for anybody&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the road&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out in the snow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into the cold&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's warmer there than here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114147857184848107?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114147857184848107/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114147857184848107' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114147857184848107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114147857184848107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/snow.html' title='Snow...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114132691457688440</id><published>2006-03-02T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:15:14.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/schneegltte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/schneegltte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo-&gt; the cardigans . my favourite game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise people say:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best things happen right in front of your door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's different. A few mins ago I was sitting in my room, doing some weird ideas for my songs and suddenly heard a huge crash sound. When walking outside I saw that a former football mate of mine had crushed the mercedes of his dad into the neighbours fence. OUCH ! Within minutes the small film of snow became a dangerous skating rink. Although he wasn't always nice to me in the earlier days I felt sorry for him. I mean, crushing your dads mercedes into a stone fence. *muhahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I'm mean. No one was hurt though gladly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you that have to drive by car through this blistering cold :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out and drive careful ! And if you are having an accident don't claim that you were driving slow enough afterwards ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114132691457688440?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114132691457688440/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114132691457688440' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114132691457688440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114132691457688440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/watch-out.html' title='Watch out !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114114324009268227</id><published>2006-02-28T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:14:00.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp my rust bucket !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/sony-cdxs2220_100_53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/sony-cdxs2220_100_53.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a sexy thing ? ^^&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to take a ride in my rust bucket with that funky cd player in it ? *muhahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right L. ! It feels so damn good I could puke! I don't want to do anything else but driving. *starts the old engine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wroooooooooooooom!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114114324009268227?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114114324009268227/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114114324009268227' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114114324009268227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114114324009268227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/pimp-my-rust-bucket.html' title='Pimp my rust bucket !'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114107871315586406</id><published>2006-02-27T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:18:33.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fake endorphines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kiwi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[my car, a peugeot 106 - year of construction :1994, somewhere out on the fields in my hometown]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo-&gt; matthew good band . anti-pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are some kinda good. For me. Now. No girls insight, no well payed job, so :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to the city and buy myself something !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just something:&lt;br /&gt;I decided to carry my old car radio to the junkyard and give that car the sound that it deserves. But first my dad and me went to an old sports-mate of him that fixes cars in his free time. He's like some of that old, grumpy men. But when you're a careful watcher you can see a little smile, flitting over his face when he thinks of the good old times.&lt;br /&gt;But when thinking of that you have to remember that he has a young wife and two little kids. Strange, how intense some people are aging within the blink of an eye. I can see myself playing with his babies and now they're are almost grown.&lt;br /&gt;He fused some parts and changed the oil and I first saw my car from beneath. Interesting stuff, going on there *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is a total feel-good-day. I'll go to the hairdresser and afterwards with Sascha and his girlfriend to the city and buy myself that cool car radio.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that action : Buying something when you're kinda down and out. In the end it's just fake endorphines. But I feel fine. And nothing else matters. *thinks of quoting metallica without any intention* *shake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Tuesday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114107871315586406?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114107871315586406/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114107871315586406' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114107871315586406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114107871315586406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/fake-endorphines.html' title='fake endorphines...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114095759600457620</id><published>2006-02-26T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:15:03.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>happy on demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/mask.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[taken from &lt;a href="http://www.midi-midi.com"&gt;www.midi-midi.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; oo-&gt; apocalyptica &amp; marta jandova . wie weit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might know we used to celebrate carnival here in Germany these days. I had a perfect escape plan for today but still I'm at home. My dad celebrates his birthday with all relatives today and I don't want to ruin his day by running away. Still, carnival became strange to me. All this time, when being a child it was the biggest fun to act as if you're somebody else. Vampire, Cowboy or just a jerk with a wig and make-up in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it just feels like coming home and finding that everything changed. Or maybe the dissappointment that some people never change. I waved to my parents who were disguised as dwarfs. My aunt was the snow-white and my uncle the prince. Funny to look at but behind were the guys that always bullied me and ruined my childhood. Disguised as football fans (wow, how inventive !) they were screaming stupid Scooter songs.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so strange in here like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wie groß ist die Sehnsucht,&lt;br /&gt;die mich treibt - verlier ich meinen Mut?&lt;br /&gt;Soll ich mich ergeben oder leben?&lt;br /&gt;Das Leben nach der Flut&lt;br /&gt;Will ich´s wagen, ist es gut,&lt;br /&gt;oder bin ich doch verflucht?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apocalyptica &amp; marta jandova . wie weit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't be happy on demand. There's no button that makes me free of all anger, pressure and pain that reigns my life. And I abominate nothing more than people who act like everything's fine, just a little bit out of line. Fixable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit : The evening ended with some funny songs we sang together. My aunt and uncle, my family and my sisters boyfriends. Here's an audioquote of my uncle, who was fascinated by the sound of some rhythm instrument (he was a bit drunk, so nevermind *g*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0666CPFUPUVFB0VHQCHDK0FYYS"&gt;http://s17.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0666CPFUPUVFB0VHQCHDK0FYYS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114095759600457620?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114095759600457620/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114095759600457620' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114095759600457620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114095759600457620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-on-demand.html' title='happy on demand'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114088512127919007</id><published>2006-02-25T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:34:10.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy days</title><content type='html'>oo-&gt; billy talent . river below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may know these days where you're waiting for the minutes to go by, nothing really to do. But somehow it also feels good, because I'm aware of the fact that shitloads of stuff is lying in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So : Relaxing feels good. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like visiting friends. So I will do next saturday (L., I'm soo happy to see you again :). Anyone here who has monday or tuesday off ?&lt;br /&gt;I have money for the train off. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southside Festival Update , 25th of february :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Talent * Death Cab For Cutie * Elbow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad Caddies * Within Temptation   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114088512127919007?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114088512127919007/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114088512127919007' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114088512127919007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114088512127919007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/lazy-days.html' title='lazy days'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114078903448341562</id><published>2006-02-24T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:16:40.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs and meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shamelessly stolen from piccadilly (forgive me, babe ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A song from your childhood :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;john miles . music&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we had that sampler on LP at home and I always danced to this through the livingroom, although I wasn't able to get all the lyrics..but strangely I noticed later that it fits to me totally :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A song you associate with your first love :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets say this made it easier to get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;pearl jam . release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song that reminds you of a holiday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;heyday . cu&lt;br /&gt;dredg . same ol' road&lt;br /&gt;(Ireland 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song you won't admit you like it in public, cause actually it's embarrassing and "mainstream" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well....Roxette . fading like a flower (I mean, it's a classic, what do you want ? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song you probably heard most often in your life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;k's choice . shadowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A song that's your favourite instrumental :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;James Horner . Braveheart main title&lt;br /&gt;Dredg . brushstroke : a walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A song that represents one of your favourite bands :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;K's choice . for all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song that reflects you mostly :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Coldplay . amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song that reminds you of a special moment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Skunk Anansie . weak (I played to a bunch of people live/on the phone with my acoustic guitar and each time it has been different, but always very cool to see the look on their faces or hear what they think of my interpretation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song you can relax to the best :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;slut . welcome 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song that stands for a very good time in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;counting crows . mr. jones&lt;br /&gt;and art brut . my little brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Your current favourite song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm stuck between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jamie Cullum . all at sea (gosh, what a Piano Intro !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Athlete . street map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song you would attend to your best friend :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sarah Bettens – Someone to say hi to (Deuce there, T.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A song that you like because of the lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It always differs from time to time but (Deuce again, T.! ;) I like most of my music because of the awesome lyrics. Oh, maybe it's&lt;br /&gt;Tomte . Die Schönheit der Chance. Currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song, whether german or english that you like :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Helen Sjöholm . sa some i himmelen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song you can abreact to very good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rage against the machine . killing in the name of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song that should be played on your funeral :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I had a top 5 some time ago and I think it's time for renewal :&lt;br /&gt;1. k's choice . all&lt;br /&gt;2. sarah mclachlan . angel&lt;br /&gt;3. coldplay . don't panic / amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;4. eva cassidy . fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;5. nick drake . things behind the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A song you'd count up to the greatest songs of all time :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kettcar . Nacht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114078903448341562?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114078903448341562/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114078903448341562' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114078903448341562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114078903448341562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/songs-and-meanings.html' title='Songs and meanings'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114054987686137778</id><published>2006-02-21T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:28:32.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mail from jesus, strange quiet and the hurry inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/Aschaffenburg%20Friedhof%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/Aschaffenburg%20Friedhof%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jewish cemetery. Aschaffenburg, Germany - taken from &lt;a href="http://www.alemannia-judaica.de"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;www.alemannia-judaica.de&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo-&gt; evanescence . breathe no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you know places you go and find unexpected peace, quiet and relieving. It could be a park, a bench, a lake or just the garden behind your house.&lt;br /&gt;In my case it was a cemetery. Strange...or not. I don't know. The situation was just perfect. The setting sun between the trees, the wind streaking through the leaves and the hands of time, standing still, relieving quiet. It was like my soul was able to breathe for the first time in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to face myself clearly, my existence, everything that's happening right now. Strolling through the cemetery, I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evanescences' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathe no more &lt;/span&gt;on my mp3 player. It's a very sad song, I interpret as a suicide note of a desperate mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't focussed on the lyrics, just the feeling it caused in that very moment. And that was consoling, soothing and mostly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home, checking my mails I had to smile a little bit. I got a spam mail from "jesus". Strange again. I thought my wire to the guys above would've been cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe nothing is as it may seem these days. And maybe my hurry inside is not necessesary and all answers are already there. Inside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114054987686137778?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114054987686137778/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114054987686137778' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114054987686137778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114054987686137778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/mail-from-jesus-strange-quiet-and.html' title='mail from jesus, strange quiet and the hurry inside'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-114026507699893705</id><published>2006-02-18T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T13:17:57.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>actually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/p%3F%3Fdscheedited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/p%3F%3Fdscheedited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[my former way to the soccer court, behind our house - summer 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my internet connection is closed til tuesday but I still can access. Funny. ^^&lt;br /&gt;...I'd love to rehearse with silent revolution but no one seems to give a flying fuck about it.&lt;br /&gt;...I wanted to go and see T. again but she hasn't replied. New plan for tonight : Lend DVD and sink into my cuddle couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't risk it and make the guys from my internet firm angry, so : You prolly won't see me online the next few days. I just wanted to let you know that I'm alive, not kicking, but at least alive. Let's see what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tuesday (all the others who have something urgent to tell me : You know how to reach me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PS : Mel have fun at the woodface concert ! :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-114026507699893705?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114026507699893705/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=114026507699893705' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114026507699893705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/114026507699893705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/actually.html' title='actually...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113994326431072588</id><published>2006-02-14T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:03:47.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone heard my prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/beatsteaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/beatsteaks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[left : thorsten scholz // right : arnim teutoburg-weiss of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beatsteaks&lt;/span&gt;, Southside 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo-&gt; live . t.b.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Update for this years Southside Festival :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys * The Cardigans * Element of Crime * Fettes Brot * Ben Harper &amp; the Innocent Criminals * Lagwagon * Live * Mando Diao * Maximo Park * Panteon Rococo * Seeed * Shout Out Louds * Tomte * Wir Sind Helden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIVE ! BEN HARPER ! THE CARDIGANS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infos  : &lt;a href="http://www.southside.de"&gt;www.southside.de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113994326431072588?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113994326431072588/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113994326431072588' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113994326431072588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113994326431072588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-heard-my-prayers.html' title='Someone heard my prayers'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113986998572613795</id><published>2006-02-13T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:33:05.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things, I should stop doing</title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;    oo-&gt; tegan and sara . my number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;smoke secretly -&gt; it's bad for my health and the car smells like an ashtray afterwards&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;write stupid plans to friends -&gt; I know they have better things to do than visiting me&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;play basketball AND guitar -&gt; one of these things will ruin my articulars&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;think of all the good things in the future -&gt; cause there aren't any&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;trying to hide my future plans -&gt; someone will find out I know (cause I can't keep my bloody mouth shut)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;try to write good songs -&gt; forcing myself never brought up a good one&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113986998572613795?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113986998572613795/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113986998572613795' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113986998572613795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113986998572613795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-i-should-stop-doing.html' title='Things, I should stop doing'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113986378611075131</id><published>2006-02-13T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:56:18.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls and Ladders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/basketkorbimpro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/basketkorbimpro.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;                                              [on the street behind my house / august 2005]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oo-&gt; ani difranco . not a pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you know that feeling when everything you try is just going down the drain ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's like running against walls that are enthroning over you for centuries. Millions tried to get over it, but they've been hold back by the fact that they didn't recognised they haven't read the instructions...I'm just blinded. Blinded by all the people who just claim something from me. Let it be stupid reports about religion when others are using religion on me to pressure me, let it be strength and understanding in a friendship when I'm more than confused. Or let it just&lt;br /&gt;be a ventile for all that that I'm demanding for myself but nothing happens. I've always been a well balanced, calm and social person. But it seems like the world is going to be grey when I'm coloured all over with red and colourful when I'm just feeling grey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a creep. Always looking on that fact with a funny blink of an eye but right now I feel like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we need to be ladders for each other. Ladders of millions of little walls, built up in seconds. Some people never get over them. But some people just don't recognise as well as they don't see the tinyness of these walls. And sometimes, yes sometimes they just need to take a step over the little wall, into the unknown knowing that everything after is better than standing in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113986378611075131?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113986378611075131/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113986378611075131' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113986378611075131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113986378611075131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/walls-and-ladders.html' title='Walls and Ladders'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113966257125866090</id><published>2006-02-11T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:56:11.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>got balls ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/basketball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[taken from &lt;a href="http://www.molten.cz"&gt;www.molten.cz&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time at the basketball team sounded awkward. I was unsure what kind of girls are playing basketball. After a real cool training I realised it's different all across the board. There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-&gt; dykes that so obvious I gotta smile a little bit&lt;br /&gt;:-&gt; girls who are the typical jocks at school but still nice&lt;br /&gt;:-&gt; look-alikes of beloved friends that scare me cause of the similiarity ;)&lt;br /&gt;:-&gt; nice people that are really helpful and nice but not really talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was nice. I mean, I was the typical dork, not aware that basketball is much more than throwing balls around and try not place the ball into the basket. But I learned a lot, also and mostly of Andreas, the nice coach who showed me many cool things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got balls. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now : I need some music. Silent Revolution is rehearsing for the first time after weeks. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113966257125866090?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113966257125866090/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113966257125866090' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113966257125866090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113966257125866090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/got-balls.html' title='got balls ?'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113950893657277510</id><published>2006-02-09T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:15:36.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>go ahead - call it a cocoon crash</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm just down and out, like today. I got a bad mark again from my teacher, still knowing I could do much better. And then I get this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/cocoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/cocoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/butterfly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113950893657277510?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113950893657277510/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113950893657277510' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113950893657277510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113950893657277510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/go-ahead-call-it-cocoon-crash.html' title='go ahead - call it a cocoon crash'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113941840085560778</id><published>2006-02-08T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:52:21.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>four...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;For piccadilly (I rearranged it a little bit for myself) and all the others who are curious ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...answers I use to give when somebody calls my name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: "Heh ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: "Ja?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: "Anwesend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: "That's me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;....Random things of today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: I sent 4 smses yesterday and yet no one replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: My boss wants me to make music instead of this education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: A child of our caring centre asked me if I have a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: I cried like a baby yesterday. Just because of a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.....people I realised I need to see again (SOON!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Liesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Tania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...cool gaps in the market no one recognised :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: opening a dark bread baking factory in the UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: doing a karaoke party without embarrassing songs, no one is able to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: having the rubber on the side of the pencil - to erase areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: inventing slow brains for stupid speeders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...things I'd like to do now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: kissing one particular person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: have some cherry juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: watching the 6th episode of the 3rd season of the "L-Word"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: have a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...things, that are REALLY annoying at the moment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: having some kinda small blister on my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: being tired but not allowed to sleep cause I gotta do some stuff for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: STILL haven't received any sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: feeling to old to start to smoke again (not that smoking is healthy, but feeling old is crap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: feeling guilty although other people hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;....TV- Shows I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- The Simpsons (everlasting love ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Emergency Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Buffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- the L-word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;....Sites, I surf onto daily :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; - gmx.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- blogger.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- kschoice.de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;....Bloggers, that should continue this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - mel&lt;br /&gt;- joh&lt;br /&gt;- braad&lt;br /&gt;- mike&lt;br /&gt;- katharina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113941840085560778?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113941840085560778/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113941840085560778' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113941840085560778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113941840085560778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/four.html' title='four...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113926316430764818</id><published>2006-02-06T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:34:57.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[the street I live in, drowning in sunset / jan 06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..did you remember when you last did ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, oceans, flowing out of everywhere like the world is about to end right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Release and pain, so close tied together that you see them dancing with each other through your tear blinded veil. Dancing out in a field, over and over littered with gold. You blink and then you see it's just crops, but it has a twinkle that moves you more than you ever thought something will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It frees all the anger, pain, heartbreaking, unfullfilled love, unwritten songs and melodies you tried to sent out to the ones who need / deserve it, but something has been blocking it. From right now all hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like swimming, although you can't. Acting childish, although you stopped being one long ago, out of no real reason.&lt;br /&gt;Showing feelings, although you swore yourself not to get vulnerable again, to save yourself from things that hurt too much. Things, that might kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for it's worth dying for if not for emotions, love, trust, friendship, truth and most of all :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113926316430764818?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113926316430764818/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113926316430764818' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113926316430764818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113926316430764818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/cry.html' title='cry...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113916266242514656</id><published>2006-02-05T18:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:04:22.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dyke in the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/sunrise%20over%20bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/320/sunrise%20over%20bedroom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[sunrise out of my bedroom /jan 06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo - &gt; evanescence .:. hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(don't try to fix me / I'm not broken&lt;/span&gt; [not yet]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was pretty much my weekend. Too bad it's almost over, but things don't last forever (as far as I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with some friends to go partying and have some drinks. Actually it was quite nice. I got to drive an old BMW (*wink* to the ppl who don't like such cars) and met a classmate I kinda have a little crush on. Of course I'm such a dork in flirting - as the case may be in going further - so nothing real happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found myself longing for some kinda relationship. Not necessarily sexual (if possible it's nice but not everything) - just someone who believes in me and someone to come home to when I had a crappy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a silent desease. I appears to be in your body and when it reaches your heart, you're in deep trouble to act. Otherwise you'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone in for antidotes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113916266242514656?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113916266242514656/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113916266242514656' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113916266242514656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113916266242514656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/dyke-in-city.html' title='dyke in the city'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113900878174603923</id><published>2006-02-04T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:19:41.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny stones break the wall</title><content type='html'>I did something funny when trying out www.songtapper.com .&lt;br /&gt;You can tap there the beat of a song you dunno the title anymore and then it suggests you a song with the lyrics. I tapped a beat I have in my head for years, totally aware of that it appears in many of my favourite songs, just curious to find out what it brings up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within some not worth noticing suggestions it brought up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soundgarden .:. the day I tried to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke the same as any other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except a voice was in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It said seize the day, pull the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day I tried to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stole a thousand beggar’s change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And gave it to the rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day I tried to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dangled from the power lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And let the martyrs stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more time around might do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more time around might make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more time around might do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day I tried to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words you say never seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To live up to the ones inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lives we make never seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ever get us anywhere but dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day I tried to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wallowed in the blood and mud with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the other pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke the same as any other day you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have stayed in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day I tried to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wallowed in the blood and mud with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the other pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I learned that I was a liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh, but totally the feeling I have inside right now. Really strange. I mean, I know the band but never heard the song. But it feels more true than anything people said or did to me  in the last weeks. And THAT means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm split inside. Somehow I need a cut from EVERYONE to find myself within all the loudness of the world. On the other hand I can't make it alone and I miss some people really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one question that keeps roaring in my head :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should this be everything ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confused and totally wired&lt;br /&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113900878174603923?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113900878174603923/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113900878174603923' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113900878174603923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113900878174603923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/tiny-stones-break-wall.html' title='tiny stones break the wall'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113898530108342507</id><published>2006-02-03T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:48:21.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to be sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/mr-brightside.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176.467947976&amp;amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;Mr. Brightside&lt;/a&gt; by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say you're happy to be done with 2005!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what is the sadest part  :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THERE WASN'T EVEN ONE KISS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/indie-flick.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.&lt;br /&gt;Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Clerks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garden State&lt;/span&gt;, Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GARDEN STATE ! *jumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113898530108342507?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113898530108342507/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113898530108342507' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113898530108342507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113898530108342507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-to-be-sure.html' title='Just to be sure'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20108141.post-113883519832519713</id><published>2006-02-02T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:08:20.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>let me introduce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/1600/the%20l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6498/2003/400/the%20l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on the photo to enlarge - T. ! There's even a handsome guy on it for you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls I spent the last nites with....muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3rd season overseas is already running. And I'm not even finished with watching the first. A little bit oversexed for my taste, but some storylines are pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dana's Mum to Alice after Dana came out&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;"Are you involved in that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lifestyle, &lt;/span&gt;too&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ?"&lt;br /&gt;Alice : "No, I have a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;Dana : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"THANK YOU!"&lt;/span&gt; *walksoffreallypissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of my favourite quotes of it.&lt;br /&gt;Click on&lt;a href="http://www.thelwordonline.de"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelwordonline.de"&gt;http://www.thelwordonline.de &lt;/a&gt;for more infos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20108141-113883519832519713?l=blindshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113883519832519713/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20108141&amp;postID=113883519832519713' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113883519832519713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20108141/posts/default/113883519832519713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-me-introduce.html' title='let me introduce...'/><author><name>murmel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/mumml/kleineKaddiedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
